My beautiful wife in Key West, 2012, black and white.
This is our week thirteen ultrasound. We finally caught a glimpse of eyes, a nose, and a mouth (you can clearly see the head on the right). It’s incredible in so many ways, especially when you see him (or her) dancing the night away with a tiny heart beat matching the steps.
Yesterday marked the end of an era. Chrissy traded up her 2006 Blue Blitz Micah Scion tC Release Series, of which only 2600 were made. The “blueberry”, as I liked to call it. It was a nifty car and had lots of bells and whistles that most cars from 2006 would have never dreamed of. But it was an insurance killer, it probably won’t do very well with a small child in the back, and I always liked to bust her chops about how much of a “chick car” it was (which, I suppose, in retrospect, wasn’t really busting her chops, because of her gender). But that car got us through a lot, and we’ll always enjoy those memories.
The first time I saw the blueberry was when Chrissy picked me up from Temple University’s TECH Center on a week night during the fall we first met. The car was loaded with other collegiate females, and needless to say, I was a bit intimidated by the whole thing. I was almost expecting some sort of interrogation, and I was ready for the worst. But nothing. Just a calm drive with music and laughter through the streets of North Philly while I was stuck in the tC’s miniature back seat with two of her friends who I still don’t remember. But the radio’s display changed different colors at random, which I thought was pretty cool.
Our entire relationship has been dotted with joy rides in the tC. Broad Street, the suburbs, concerts, the Jersey shore, everywhere and anywhere we could fit into our days together. We opened the hatchback to provide seating at Rita’s Water Ice in the summer. We used it to pick up our doggy daughter Diva from Conshohocken; that same day she took her very first drive in it up towards the Poconos to visit Chrissy’s parents. That little thing even moved us to Augusta, Georgia and back (and survived a few other trips to the Peach State). Most importantly – from my perspective anyway – we used it to tailgate at Pearl Jam’s final show at the Spectrum. That little car did a lot for us.
But, alas, now it’s out of our hands and waiting patiently at a dealership in New Jersey for someone to step up and give it a new life. And we move on, too. This time, with a lower insurance premium.
I visited my alma mater, Temple University, yesterday and realized how much I miss being a college student in the fall. Clearly, it’s the best time to be in school. It means a fresh start, a clean slate. Last semester means nothing (unless you flunked Philosophy). There’s school spirit everywhere. It becomes a sort of game to spot the freshmen wandering around confused, making the upperclassmen feel more mature and “cool” than they actually are. Skirts are still fashionably acceptable (grinning). Everybody is hopeful for something.
My true connection to higher education and the fall, though, exists really because it’s the time when I met my wife, and I guess I officially realized that yesterday while on campus. I visited the place where we had our first kiss. I walked on the street where she would pick me up on Monday nights after my late Finance class. I even passed the bench outside of the library where we had a serious talk about other-female-initiated drama related to yours truly. I sat at the train station we used to get to my house one day (her first visit to my parents’) after the Senior Reception. I took her to the Cheesecake Factory that evening, where we had a 110 minute wait.
It was fun to get back there and enjoy those memories. It amazes me how there’s not a single detail that escapes me. Funny enough, today is exactly four years since our first date at Portofino in Center City, Philadelphia. We were just two young and crazy kids in college looking to have our fill of unadulterated fun and Italian food. Instead, we found each other, and Temple’s campus serves as a sort of figurative time capsule for a lot of different things that made us…well, us.
It was a good day and an even better four years. Cheers.