After four very short hours of sleep Thursday night (my own fault for over booking and procrastination packing), my twelve-year-old son and I boarded Delta airlines direct flight from Spokane to LAX. Before I begin my story, this is my new favorite flight. Yes, even with flying into LAX. Fast, direct, and reasonably priced, I will take this flight any day. Flying into LAX is typically not my favorite due to crowds, chaos and traffic. Friday morning was a breeze, from gate to rental car bus, less than 15 minutes passed and what was dreaded turned out to pleasant and easy.
My company’s holiday party was the purpose of my trip. This party is not one to be missed and I would go to great lengths to attend, and have, each year. Somebody had to stay with the kids and my husband readily volunteered as his company party is in the near future, he can only handle so many holiday parties. Our son, thanks to improved behavior and grades, was treated to a trip south so he could spend the weekend with his friends, specifically his BFF whose birthday is next week. Our son has really struggled with the move to Spokane, leaving his friends, his soccer team, and everything he knows. As if tween/teenage years aren’t complicated enough, pack one up and move one a thousand miles away to really know a good time. We told him he would have opportunity to visit and this weekend was the perfect opportunity. His friend’s mother, my dear friend, had a complete agenda put together and published to guarantee he would see all of his friends and have an incredible visit for which I’m incredibly thankful.
Our first stop was Terranea Resort in Palos Verdes to meet Grandma and Teta for lunch on the coast. (www.terranea.com) At Nelson’s, we sat outside and soaking up the sun rays – having left six degree Spokane weather Friday morning – and enjoyed our company and lunch. My son loved Grandma’s new Fiat. How many 82-year-old grandma’s drive a sport car? His does, he knows it and loves her for awesomeness!
We then headed to Placentia for a party at the park with my son’s closest twenty-plus friends gathered right after school to play soccer, eat a ton of snacks and unsuccessfully attempt to avoid the Canadian Goose and Duck Poop that covered the playing field. My favorite part of this party was that most of the kids While the kids played I got to hang out my mom friends.
A wonderful Mexican food dinner, to satisfy our out-of-town cravings, for thirty followed. Thirty. For us? We are loved and so thankful for each and every friend. My son was glowing when he left to go play soccer tennis. I dragged my tired, disaster struck looking self to my hotel to end the first day of our travel adventure.
Advent-ageous Day 6 is dedicated to our friends. Where would we be with our friends? Their love, support, humor, honesty, and graciousness is a true reflection of Christmas. We are blessed to have our friends in our lives.