Phillip has been on this much-appreciated fixing-things-with-superglue kick.
He’s currently putting back together the mug my grandma got me as a souvenir of our 2003 trip to San Diego.
She had vacation time, wanted to go to San Diego, but didn’t feel she could make the drive alone, so I got to go along.
I drove and we worked as a team to figure out how to navigate San Diego – exploring the Gaslamp Quarter, peeking in at the inner workings of the Balboa Park pipe organ, accidentally visiting the zoo on (super crowded!) free day, shopping in Seaport Village, spontaneously deciding to take a Duck tour (laughing as the amphibious vehicle splashed into the bay), and wandering through the colorful Old Town Market that’s commemorated on my mug. We would walk from our hotel to the beach or to this Italian restaurant that had a second story with a view of the ocean.
She would actually be turning 86 today if it hadn’t been for pancreatic cancer in 2007.
I wish there was a word for the opposite of regret, to describe things that, even in hindsight, you are 100% glad you did.
I’m so grateful for that trip to San Diego with Grandma.
