I absolutely adore Memorial Day Weekend. It's the unofficial start of summer!!! And with it comes the accompanying sense of freedom and whimsy that is akin to Christmas, but a lot more carefree.
Carefree is the word I'm living by this weekend. Which is why I am not going to stress at the 14th Annual Keverly Cook-out/Softball Game/Soccer Match, unlike past years. My family and I have been invited ever since I was 13. And though they were always fun, my carefree levels were always tempered by the presence of the Keverly's oldest sons, Jackson and Tyler.
Why? Because let's just say that it took a few years for this little duckling to turn into a semi-gracious swan. I swear, when the artists at Pixar created the character of the dentist's niece in Finding Nemo, it was because someone had somehow rummaged through my family's photo album and used me as inspiration. No joke.
(Pardon any cook-out pun, but eating a hamburger was no picnic back in those days.)
With Sophomore Jackson and Senior Tyler surrounded by their entourage of equally cool and self-assured friends, I hated feeling like the mandatory tag-along, or charity case friend. And it's not like anyone ever said anything, but you kind of get the hint when you are the last person to be picked as a substitution for the softball game.
Well this year is different! This will be the first time since my Junior year of high school that Jackson, Tyler, and I will be at the cook-out. I have to say I'm pretty excited.
Maybe it's because my teeth are finally straight, or I learned how to do my hair. Or maybe it's because I am happy to reacquaint myself with old friends. Or maybe it's that I'm much more confident with who I am as a person at 27, than I was during my teen years.
But whatever the reason, I heard through the grapevine that the Keverly men have a sweet-tooth. Well have I got some sugar for you!
(And that's not a double-entente. Mrs. K called asking if I could bring a dessert, and I can make one killer trifle. Just ask the faculty members at my high school.) Hopefully the whipped-cream, berry and lady finger goodness will let me be on the actual playing team, and not substitutions this year. A girl can hope, right?
*If you want my recipe, I'd be happy to share. Just let me know!
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