I type this post, while riding on a Swiss bus, on yet another administrative adventure, with my youngest child. I left the other two kids "home alone". As a threesome, they make for a loud bunch and I wanted this session to go smoothly. This aleatory moment of "quality time" with him, has the charm of a date. We went to the "boulangerie" and bought our favorite "pain au chocolat" and shared it. We sit hand in hand, and my eyes and ears are focused on him alone.
Family time is a treasure and doing things all together is extremely fun, but once in a while being able to spend quality time with one member is even better. I will cite a few examples and they all revolve around sports. I enjoyed "stalking" Tiger Woods with my mother in tow at the Dubai Desert Classic. I giggled at a final tennis match with my brother, a Federer defeat I otherwise would have cried about. I also look forward to playing a par-3 golf game every Friday with my debutante daughter, an hour spent playing, talking and sometimes arguying.
But today, I want to dwell on a specific family member, whose birthday it is, and with whom I have spent many lovely quality moments: my sister-in-law. Women are often skeptical of their husband's sisters. She doesn't seem to. After all, she agrees to take a weekly golf lesson. We often have coffee after class and sometimes play the par-3 together too. We even went together to stalk Tiger Woods at the Desert Classic. Our relationship is casual because her character is such. We go to fashion and art shows together. She frequently drops by our house with her toddler son, as we are neighbors, and we have built a pleasant and comfortable friendship through these moments.
Happy birthday to a sister-in-law and a good friend! Wishing you many happy years to come....