Easter in the UK marks the beginning of a glorious slew of public holidays which include Good Friday, Easter Monday, May Day. This year they have the festivities around the Queen’s Jubilee to boot – making next weekend a splendid 4 day weekend. I’m bummed to miss the street parties, Union Jack bunting, and park picnics, but today marked the first time in two years that David and I were able to partake in an American summer holiday and all its backyard BBQ glory.
I’m following the UK public calendar at work since my colleagues and clients are all in the UK/Europe, so I ended up working today, trying to ignore all forms of social media updates from friends melting in the 90 degree heat. Thankfully, the sun was still high when I logged off and we hopped over to a friend’s house to feast on kebabs cooked on the Weber and a little badminton thrown in for entertainment. I am probably the world’s worst player, but I’ll blame the wind.
It was a relaxed and fun get together of about 20-30 people, and I only felt a little guilty for my second helping of Kahlua Heath Bar dessert. (Seriously, so good).
At the party, I was reminded that even though so much of our life in Richmond feels familiar, there is no doubt that things have changed. Bachelors are now husbands, renters are now owners, and many a married couple have little ones in tow. I logically knew this would be the case, but hanging around the back porch tonight watching one of David’s colleagues clean ice cream from his little girl’s hands, it became pretty obvious; David and I weren’t the only ones who grew over the last two years.