Six ways we mark a moment

My daughter turned twenty one and wanted Ibiza with seven of her friends. I said no for about a month. One villa, theirs alone, a house manager, and a car with the same driver waiting every night however late it got. I had one number I could call at any hour and I used it twice. They came back at six most mornings. I slept fine, which I did not expect.

My wife set the whole thing up and I knew nothing till we landed. Eight of us, four courses, and a house where dinner was at nine every night because that is when we came off the last green. Our driver was a Scotsman who knew every field we passed and half the history behind it. Someone had let slip that I collect single malts. There was a bottle waiting in my room that I have been hunting since 2019. Not asking how they found it.

Twenty five years. We wanted the children and both sets of parents together without it becoming a wedding. The villa was ours alone for six days. On the last night the menu had one line from our wedding card printed at the bottom. My mother cried. I did also.