looking out the car
grandson said to just himself …
the best day ever
“It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving. There had been jollity and peace and goodness. ”
Excerpt From The Essays of E. B. White by E. B. White.
Had the pleasure … let me repeat that … had the pleasure of a visit from grandkids this weekend.
We went to the beach.
We went to dinner.
We played games.
We made and ate breakfast together.
And we talked in the tones of little kids to whom so much is so much more important.
I loved every minute of it.
I am not responsible for the daily maintenance and upkeep of my grand kids which lets me focus on the finer points like saying there is nothing wrong with waffles with chocolate chips and syrup and a powered sugar doughnuts and coffee for breakfast.
We spent the day at the beach and while 20 mph northerly breezes and 70 degree temps kept me out of the water, the grands spent the day in the Atlantic Ocean.
We had a picnic lunch.
We had boogie boards and sand toys and on the way home stopped at a local park known for its alligators and we were rewarded with a large prehistoric monsters lying just off shore.
As we drove back gone and went over the bridge to the mainland, I heard my grandson say to himself … “this been the best day ever!“
“It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving. There had been jollity and peace and goodness. ”
I repeated this passage on purpose.
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