Me: "Would you like me to make polenta some time?"
Him: "What's polenta?"
Me: "Well, it's kind of like grits, but with cornmeal."
Him: "Oh yeah, I know it. Polenta. For baby growing."
Me: "Your brother is back from Europe and he's asking to drink beer. He thinks he's a European."
Him: "Next, he'll be bankrupt."
2. This boy. Really, this young man, nearly 17. He just returned from his 10-day tour of Europe with Stretto Youth Orchestra.
Of all the places he visited, he loved Germany in particular. He was deeply inspired by the story of the Cologne Cathedral, how German civilians took the stained glass home to preserve them during WW2 bombings. He said Sofia is beautiful, but just to visit. He was moved by all the signs of war he witnessed in the Balkans.
Also, he plans to go to Manhattan tomorrow to march for Fourth Amendment rights. "I wouldn't feel good about celebrating the fourth unless I do," he says. Right now, he is doing laundry, lots of it.
3. This man. The one I married 20 years ago. He's my hero. His job is high stress and long hours and yet he manages to coach a summer basketball league as a volunteer, and grill awesome corn, and buy me flowers and invent goofy songs about our puggle and last night pick our son up at the Philadelphia airport and not get home until midnight and still wake up this morning and keep going. Oh, and he has shed 20 pounds since this photo was taken last summer.
5. This wine. Malbec, dry red wine from the Mendoza region of Argentina. Why has it taken me so long to discover your glory?