…of my parents on our hutch in the dining room. They’re at a concert (I haven’t a clue which one) and it’s definitely Summertime and they’re definitely at Ravinia. My mom is smiling an enormous smile and my dad is mid-laugh. They’re lying on their stomachs, propped up by their elbows, holding beer bottles. Whenever I head home I swear that I’ll make a copy. Of course I don’t, but I always wish I had, because in this small snapshot I see so much of my parents and what they’re good at. 

They’re good at summer and drinking beer. 

They excellent roadtrippers.

They’re determined and proud and easily the most accepting people on this planet.

They’re steller Jeopardy fans. 

They’re smart and each in such a different way…complementary intelligence, really.

They dance. When we were young it was to The Beach Boys in the living room. As we got older, at block party after parties…to Rod Stewart. And now it’s in the family room, slowly, after dinner, sometimes without any music at all. 

So whenever I embark on a stint down the highway, or twirl around looking like an idiot, or remember the cooler, or when I have an answer, I know it’s because of them. And I know it’s ridiculous to see all that in a picture, but they’re my parents and I suppose I just do. 

Happy Anniversary, Mom & Pai.