We prayed, we pleaded...I resigned myself to believe it would be sunny regardless of the forecast.......and at last, the sun made a miraculous return for the Fourth of July.
It was a whoopla of activity at 77 Fortunes Rocks Road as the Croteau clan descended with food, drinks and beach gear galore. The concept of "bring your own sandwich" turned into "bring
your own mini sandwiches that will feed the army.
I was just happy to be in the sun shine, with the family.
Dad and Gordon went on their annual brigade to BPool dressed as if they were hailing from a different decade in the refurbed WW II Jeep. (Watch out for the mounted machine gun boys).
And it was Memere's 81st birthday, with Miss Hailey's first birthday just around the corner. For her first trip to the beach, I'm not so sure she was keen on the sand and the waves, but she'll learn.
Then, my collaborator on life joined me with two friends from the workshops. We dabled on the beach, enjoyed the OOB firework show and explored Palace Playland...yes a bunch of 20-something-year-olds on all those rides.
This, my friends, is what summer is all about.
I never want it to end.
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