June 12th, 2008.
My memories of it are already starting to fade, but this I remember:
We turned in his books. Princess Pea and I stayed in the car and played while Baby J slept. She pretended to drive and turn on the radio. A man told me she was beautiful, he always wanted girls, but had all boys. I urged him to hope for granddaughters.
We went to music class and all acted like kids.
We had lunch together at a favorite spot.
The weather was perfect.
In the evening, we picked up chicken and drove to Beavertail State Park on Conanicut Island for a picnic. We spread a green wool blanket on the grass overlooking the rocks on the east side. Princess Pea and her dad walked along the rocks – she thrilled and dad petrified. It was very breezy, and we all wished that we had sweatshirts.
Here I learned the romance of no romance. The romance of doing the everyday, and loving it.
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This was so beautiful.
Although, honestly, I had to do a double take at the date since I knew that eevn IF your husband had time off today you probably needed much more than a sweatshirt to keep you warm!
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