Brownness

On Paso

This past weekend, 3 dear couple friends of ours took us to Paso Robles for an impromptu baby moon of sorts. Between the laughter, the wine, the generally shared good time, came a great of feeling of love from those who only wish the best for us. We truly felt the love as we blaze our way to a new end: the birth of our baby boy. Between bouts of anxiety and happiness, I wait expectantly for my life to change in a way I had given up on before.

This weekend became a steady reminder of what was to come, and it made me feel dizzy with excitement and nervousness. An array of possibilities flood the mind along with new worries and scenarios of the coming future. It hit me that crossing off the check mark for father is coming closer and closer, and having my friends share stories about their children equally filled me with dread and happiness. I get the feeling that will be my go to status for a while to come.

It still amazes me that there are so many places I still have not seen in California even after living here for over 30 years. I can finally check off Paso off that list, and one that I would love to visit again. A beautiful little town with so much history I was unaware of, I could see this as a great reason to take my family here for a weekend stay. You don’t have to be a wine drinker to enjoy what the place offers, but it is still great to experience that.

But wait there’s more! No place is better than with dear friends and/or family. Their presence made each moment even more special, and while it can always be a bit of a challenge with large groups, our friends made it super easy for us to just take in the fun and none of the stress. For that, we are both truly grateful (there goes that word again), and I put this weekend to yet another memorable experience!

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