Final house warming
My earliest memory at my cousins’ house was formed fifteen years ago during the summer between 8th and 9th grade. I met them for the first time after they moved to Dallas from Chicago. One cousin was a year ahead of me and would join me at my high school. I wore a t-shirt from our school under an Adidas sweatshirt. We would have two classes together that year.
I remember sleepovers, video games, and listening to new music. I remember our fun together. I remember the independence I was afforded as I grew older.
I remember helping at the weddings of the two oldest cousins. At each ceremony, I noticed how special it was that two great families were brought together.
Tonight was one final party for family and friends before the parents move to Houston and the house is sold. The children have long moved out, but everyone came home tonight. I saw people, old and new, in spaces I remember like yesterday. It was a good night.
Don’t confuse enthusiasm for expertise.