About 10 years ago, Shulamith came to Salt Lake City to attend Westminster College. I suggested she apply for a job on campus, but no, she decided to apply to be a host at an Italian restaurant called Romano's Macaroni Grill. It was far away from campus and required long, late hours, and I didn't think it was such a good idea. As my children will tell you, I am very rarely wrong (ha ha), but in this case, well, let's just say the whole Mac Grill thing turned out better than I expected.
Shulamith worked as a host until she was 21 and old enough to serve. Serving, she made tons of money, enough to pay for her entire senior year at Westminster without our help. About the time she graduated, Isaiah also headed to SLC to attend Shulamith's alma mater. And where did he decide to work? You guessed it. Mac Grill hired him before even meeting him, on Shulamith's recommendation, and he worked there all through college.
When we moved here in 2011, Eli was with us for a few months before his mission, and yep, Mac Grill was happy to hire him as well. After his mission, he returned to work there to save money for college at BYU-Idaho, and now he works there during his semester breaks. And they all return for the giant days each year, Valentine's Day and Mother's day.
We used to joke about Seth working there one day, but "one day" seemed far in the future. When my friend Lindsey saw this picture on Instagram, she commented, "How's that even possible?" My thoughts exactly. That "one day" so far in the future came more quickly than I could have imagined. He is my baby, barely 15, and this whole working deal is pretty much ridiculous.
He has grown up in a world where everyone, it seemed to him, had money to spend. You should hear him dream of all the things he will be able to buy:
"Mom, I'll get you hundreds of Diet Cokes, any time you want one."
"And I'll be able to buy everyone Christmas presents!"
"And video games on their release dates!"
"And I'll save my money so next year, I can go to the DotA tournament with Isaiah."
That last one, though. Uh, not likely I'll let him do that.
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