Three things that make me really happy (okay, there are way more than three, but play along with me):
1. Sitting in Grandma's living room after work tonight and hearing this:
"You know, Father Gee [note: a priest and close family friend BECAUSE WE'RE IRISH] called today to see how I was doing and said he'll be going to Yankee Stadium in April. You know, tickets are going to be at a premium this season."
"So he's going in with some friends who are big Yankee fans, and he'll have a good time anyway [note: Fr. Gee lives in New Hampshire and is a staunch Sox fan like my Grandmother]. You know, your grandfather first went to Yankee Stadium with Fr. Gee back in 1946."
"Wait a sec--Pa [note: Grandpa McGuire was always known as Pa] went to Yankee Stadium? To see them play the Sox?"
"Oh I don't remember who they played. Fr. Gee would remember that."
"Then why did he go to Yankee Stadium? Pa was a Sox fan."
"Actually he was a Yankee fan for his entire life. Everyone in New Haven was, it seemed. But then he married me, and I came from Massachusetts, so..."
I was actually speechless, something that really amused Grandma.
I turned around and grabbed a picture of Pa off the baby grand piano that is crammed into Grandma's tiny living room.
"THAT IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER, PA! THANK YOU!"
2. (Remember I was putting together a list of things that make me happy?) Watching a preseason game on YES tonight and being reminded of the above conversation.
3. And the New York Dolls:
Oh, so many more things make me happy. But today, those are the top three--with my kids in a category all their own, of course.
Pa, I hardly knew ye under the weight of those frickin' Gaynors. With all due respect to Grandma and her family, those Gaynors could suffocate a rag doll.