Sunday, December 11, 2022

THE SURPRISING START TO A THREE DAY BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

 Last Monday and Tuesday, we had to stay clear of Barry’s house,  because twelve year old Tony was ill with a GI bug of some sort, and in addition to running a fever, he could not hold down any food or liquids.

Before our arrival in CA, our sons had asked us to reserve Wednesday evening for an adventure with which they had planned to surprise us.  Barry’s boys were with their father, so the four of us (Barry, David,Will and I) climbed into Barry‘s shiny black SUV, and off we went with a heightened sense of excitement snapping through the air.

Where in the world had our three sons (though Steven’s presence was truly missed) decided to take us?

Within twenty minutes of driving, we pulled into a large mall, and having parked his car, Barry, smiling widely, said—OK, we’ve reached our destination-all out!

As before us stood a multiplex cinema theater, I asked with disbelief—are we going to the movies?  Yup replied Barry and David in unison.

But I can’t go in there with so many people.  Even masked, it’s just not safe.  As much as your dad and I love the movies, we’ve not ventured into a theater in more than there years—ever since I was diagnosed.

Exactly, replied David.  That’s why we’ve brought you here to celebrate both of your birthdays, with the utmost of safely in mind.

Barry continued with—the three of us bought out the theater, so we four will be the only ones in it, and it has the great big comfy reclining seats.

You bought out the whole theater for the four of us?

Yup! Chuckled my sons.

Marie didn’t want to come?

She never goes to the show.

Okay.  She’s so caring with us—if this is our thing but not hers  I’m good with whatever she decided.

David piped up with—the lobby’s almost empty, so you and Dad go straight into the theater while Barry and I mask up and get popcorn and drinks.  And here are Purell wipes to cleanse everything that we nay touch.

The movie chosen was The Fabelnans—the autobiographical story of Steven Spielberg’s compulsive boyhood concerning film  whereby he’d convinced the kids in the neighborhood to people his artful endeavors with his video recorder.  As it was a feel good movie  and as my spirits were high—I loved it along with the love of our trio of sons, who knew exactly what would tickle their parents fancy within a safe environment that offered our family lots of fun




🙋🏻‍♀️🍀⭐️Annie

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