Marie’s friend, Nguyet, is a the photographer, who took our family pictures, yesterday, as we’d gathered within one of the parklike settings in full bloom throughout the resort. Thank goodness, Barry had thought to order and assemble a wheelchair, allowing me to participate with as little discomfort as possible, being that I remained seated whenever a photo was taken that did not include me.
The fact that Nguyet’s attitude was enthusiastic while providing our group with a natural flare for professional acuity made our photo shoot a pleasure in which to partake. And once the proofs are ready to view, you can be sure that I’ll be eager to share them with you.
Today, Will and I appreciate the fact that the weather is so delightful as to entice most of our offspring to take off for the county fair, situated several blocks from Joey’s house, after which I imagine big, medium and small fry will return to the resort so as to feel refreshed upon leaping into the pool followed by the adults enjoying some naptime on shaded lounges while the kids swim, tirelessly, till rumbling tummies, wrapped in towels (from head to toe) stand next to their parents’s lounge chairs clamoring aloud—what’s for dinner? We’re starving!
At this very moment, while Will and I rest up, gazing ever so peaceably over the calming expansive ocean view as clearly seen from our fifth floor veranda, serenity washes over me as I picture our progeny wandering, together, through the fair, enjoying yet another idyllic vacation day within each other’s company. And with that vision seeming like a snapshot worthy of framing within my memory, my spirit smiles serenely for this reason as well:
Although a life threatening illness impedes me from enjoying my family at the beach or the fair, my sons’ desire to vacation, together, will last long beyond my years. And as my spirit longs to savor that heartfelt thought concerning strong bonds of friendship drawing our sons and their children toward seeking each other out as often as possible, I’ll tell you how Bryce became our sons’ fourth brother once the intuitive portion of my mind opens the door to that heartfelt memory/story.
As to who was stung by the bee, please have patience with the easily wearied state of my mind since my intuition will decide when to tell that true tale, as well.
Family photo shoot during our vacation six years ago
Annie
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