Over these past four days, I’ve been frolicking with Tony and Ray on the West coast where our family gathered in celebration of Ray’s seventh birthday, leaving little time to pen anything more than insights, which, having flashed through my mind at the airport, last night, served to enhance the post published on Thursday, July 26th. And as our return flight was delayed, we arrived home, bone tired, at midnight, suggesting why, upon awakening this morning (after doing my best to keep up with our fully-charged grandsons), all I see myself doing, today, is unpacking followed by relaxing ...
Our seven-year old birthday boy stands hatless with his buds while
Eight year old brother, Tony, in white socks, ‘hatches’ from an egg
(Can you find a significant detail, which, if missed, may lead
Your imaginative mind to misjudge some aspect of Ray’s physiology?)
Looks like Ray retrieved his hat
By Sunday evening, we had just enough energy left to tickle each other's smiles
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