The years just fly by. Daniel was three and still wearing footie pajamas and Taylor was six years old and blanketed with chickenpox the day we moved into this house. Fast forward to 2015: Daniel just turned 25 and Taylor, gulp, is almost staring down thirty. How did that happen?
Sometimes we forget how many great memories we have collected in our twenty-plus years at this house, but a visitor this week helped us unspool some from the summer long ago: our young friend, Scott Sorge came to visit.
Back in the summer of 2006, Scott’s family was in the midst of a move. He was at loose ends for a few months, he wanted to train with our swim team, and somehow we became his host family. Easiest kid in the world to have around, Scott became our third son for the summer.
It was the same summer Daniel got his drivers license. A lifetime ago!
Julia was a student at Westmont and working for us that summer; without her we would all have starved!
Things have changed a bit for Julia since then. She and Grant were married at our home in 2009; they are now expecting their new baby to arrive in the next few weeks.
Julia and our young family friend Alexandra were planning to stop by Wednesday afternoon to hang out by our pool and enjoy some mom talk.
So when we heard from Scott, texting that he was on a road trip through Santa Barbara and wanted to stop by and say hello that same day, we realized we were in for a reunion.
We’d only seen Scott once since the summer he spent with us. We knew he had gone on to an illustrious swim career at Cal and we knew he kept in touch with our boys, but we were excited to catch up with him ourselves. Alexandra had to take baby Ian home before dinner, but Julia and Grant (and Henry!) stayed to welcome Scott and his girlfriend, Kelly. We ate pizza poolside by candlelight while the dogs (especially Henry!) sneaked a treat here and there.
Scott had vivid memories of a turkey dinner we made that summer, and, sure enough, I found photos:
It was so great to catch up with Scott and meet Kelly. They are both headed back to medical school after their summer road trip.
Scott had so many vivid memories of the time he spent here with us, and as he and Kelly left to resume their road trip, I thought about how lucky we are to have been able to share this home through the years. And how lucky we are that all these young people have maintained a thread through our lives and come back to visit. We will even see Chadd this weekend – he is in town from the East coast and we are looking forward to dinner with him tomorrow.
I think it’s no coincidence that the name of our street translates to “blessed road”. It has truly been two decades of a vida bendita.