Our Story: Part 2

Well, actually Part 1 cont’d …

So, his three daughters and my three sons together for the first time happened the week of our beachfront wedding. We rented a house with plenty of rooms, planned the ceremony, arranged with a caterer for the special night’s dinner, and gathered our family for the week. Has anyone planned a destination wedding?  We really thought of this like a family vacation, and we would include a time to get married, to blend our families, and just relax and enjoy the beach.  Everyone had schedules to work out – a vacation from work, a fall semester break, a long weekend between shows, and an excuse to be out of school (with homework assignments, of course).  Just realizing the diversity of our children and where they were in their own lives presented a planning challenge.  However, all we asked was that they were there on that Friday of that week for our nuptials and dinner together.

Friday the 13th AND a full moon …

Some things you just can’t plan. The moon?  We really didn’t even give this any thought.  I mean, who checks the moon charts when coordinating an event? We picked the date for reasons special to us.  It just so happened to land on a Friday that week (which was also convenient for all those schedules).  The full moon?  Well, that was a lucky bonus!  Everyone confirmed their travel.  We anticipated each arrival.  Activities were suggested – fishing, golf, beach campfire, family game night, etc. – while we excitedly waited for Friday (the 13th AND a full moon) to officially blend our families.

All for one …

Did I mention that this was the very first time we were ALL together, FOR more than a day, under ONE roof?  We had plenty of bedrooms, and the boys were given their own bathroom (y’all know how that goes down).  So we thought we had it all covered. Monday morning, when we went to town to finalize the paperwork and get our marriage license . . . reality kicked in.  No, neither of us got “cold feet”!  But we thought: “What if….they don’t like each other? What if….they don’t get along? What if….we don’t blend well?”  The “What if’s…” were really hitting us that day!

To our delight, what we experienced that week was true enjoyment….except for that one sibling issue, you know, because everyone knows the youngest (both of the girls and the boys) is “spoiled” and “always gets what they want.”  It still seems to hold true today when we get together (with smiles and just knowing your birth order, I guess).  But, when teams were formed for friendly Foosball  tournaments or when the seats were picked at the dinner table, day after day, we saw our families blend.

And, we got married on that Friday the 13th, with a full moon, on the beach, with our loved ones around us, and so it began: Our Story…Blended and Happy (and Lucky).

 

 

Home is Where Your Heart is . . .

Where is Your Heart?

I love the beach, the relaxed life it offers. It’s my go-to spot to pray, walk, talk to myself (I do that), pick up shells, appreciate God’s beautiful creations of sunrise, waves,  sand, and creatures. It’s been our home for the past 13 years, and I have enjoyed the opportunities of daily walks, pleasant weather (well, summers are hot), casual lifestyle, and playing “tourist” throughout the area.

The move was an “empty nest” decision.  We sent the last child to college and moved to the beach.  Over the past 13 years, they have married, made their homes in PA, particularly the Pittsburgh area (our hometown), and have blessed us with grandchildren.

It’s those precious children and their parents who have my heart! Spending time with them is magical, and I want to have more of it. Traveling is fun at times; it’s always an adventure. Having a birthday, a holiday, a special event to attend . . . we travel back “home.”

If home is where the heart is, my heart is in Pittsburgh, and I want to call it home once again!

Happy Adventures with Friends & Softball

I played softball as a kid, loooong ago. Do you remember your first Little League game? Summer pick-up games? Jr. and Sr. High tryouts? Who still has these mementos stashed away?

SHS letters

Softball is a team sport. You can’t play by yourself. You need fielders, a pitcher, a catcher, and umpires (for those competitive games, you know, when it really counts . . . and not the pick-ups who always unfairly call strikes on you!)

Even when you’re at bat, you are not alone. Someone pitches to you. There’s a roster, a player before and after you. There’s a team responsibility to get a hit, advance the runner(s), produce RBI’s, and score more runs than the other team.

My Top 5 Reasons to Play Softball:
5. Fun – We like playing! Every game and every opponent is different.
4. Exercise – Obvious! You run, bend, throw, twist, squat, and run some more.
3. Teamwork – It’s not an individual sport. Outs depend on someone in every position catching the ball. A 6-4-3 is a “double play” and all three players do their part to make it happen. (I really like putting that in the book!) Even bench time is for cheering on the others as they play.
2. Humility – Yes, there are times when you drop a ball, hit into a ground out or even that 6-4-3 double play, leave your teammates on bases without scoring that winning run because you couldn’t get that much-needed hit. It’s disappointing. And who’s your worse critic? You! Right? You feel bad that you let your team down. Humility is powerful, too, when you catch that long, over-your-head fly ball, or turn that double play like a pro, or get that hit that scores the winning run. That’s the real test – being a good winner is just as important as being a good loser.
1. Friends – We have the opportunity to play softball and have fun with some very talented, hard working, humble people who enjoy this game. As we played in our younger years and continue in our 40s, 50s – and, yes, even our 60s and 70s – each team, each year, brings us together. We welcome newcomers and tell stories of games past. We remember those no longer with us. We celebrate the friends returning.

As Senior Softball players, it takes longer to warm up the muscles. It definitely takes longer for the muscles to recover. Win or lose, our softball friends (family) are grateful for these opportunities to play and enjoy this sport that brings us together each season. The games may end not always in our favor, but friendships will always be a victory and the adventures will be cherished far beyond “the diamond” and dugouts.

Our Story

“Here’s the story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three . . . It’s the story of a man named . . .who was busy with three . . . of his own. (are you singing the TV show, The Brady Bunch, theme song now?)  Well, we are not that family, but our story is similar.

A father with 3 daughters + a mother with 3 sons =
Our BLENDED  Family.

Whenever we share our story with others, we often hear “Oh, like The Brady Bunch, only reversed!”

Some not familiar with that TV show then hear our last name “Suprano” and respond with “Are you related to Tony?” or “Is that REALLY your last name?”  Sometimes, I think people watch too much TV.  But, hey, they’re fun conversation starters, and we enjoy the chance to tell OUR STORY.