Dreaming Big

My older son, Christopher, turns twenty-one tomorrow. His birthday fantasy is to have his first-ever legal drink at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in New York City, sitting next to Cole Porter's legendary piano. And . . . we're going to do it! Christopher, his girlfriend Samantha, and I are flying out this afternoon, and we'll wake up tomorrow morning in our hotel at Times Square, ready for a day of adventure in the big city, ending with the drink at the Waldorf (he's decided, fittingly, on a Manhattan), and then we'll go see Wicked on Broadway. Samantha has never been on a plane before; she's never traveled anywhere except for Kansas, Oklahoma, and Colorado. We're all beside ourselves with excitement.

Okay, this is decadent. But it was just irresistible. I love having the power to grant wishes, to make dreams come true. Why NOT grant wishes and make dreams come true, if you can?

To Christopher, as he turns twenty-one. Dream big, my dear one.