I drove down to Marion on Thursday evening with Grace and Whit.
Blue hydrangeas for Mum’s birthday.
Friday morning we walked to watch Mum play tennis.
Friday afternoon G, W and I went to the beach. Grace toiled long and hard on this sand castle, complete with seaweed flag.
Saturday afternoon we had a drink with an old friend of mine from college and her new son (and her 3 year old daughter too).
Saturday evening cooled off and Grace and Whit pulled out their matching G and W sweaters. Later that night were the fireworks, and as has become the tradition, I stayed home with Whit who dislikes them.
Matching Fourth of July pajamas on the morning of the 4th.
A swim in my great-godmother’s pool down the street.
Close friends from Boston arrived on the afternoon of the 4th and we all went to the beach. My goddaughter was delighted by the ocean.
Rose for E and me.
Grace and James played tennis while their dads played singles.
Sparklers.
Monday morning, waiting for the parade. That’s our white picket fence. Main Street.
These guys make me cry every single year.
Happy kids, in red, white and blue. I love this tradition, and this weekend. My mother’s birthday, my godfamily (extra treat: new and original, this year!), fireworks, rose, the beach, swimming, sparklers, and WW2 vets. Pretty perfect.
Hydrangeas are my favorite. I wish they lasted longer.
The star shirts are adorable!
Lovely, wholesome, and wonderful!
Ahhhhh.
Pretty perfect, indeed! The smiles on the kids’ faces certainly support the notion. Lovely!
Those hydrangeas took my breath away! Blue hydrangea are my favorite.
It looks like a wonderful weekend. Grace is gorgeous! Those PJs — Chasing Fireflies?
That is the most gorgeous baby boy evah!! Xoxo
As Tevye sings in “Fiddler on the Roof”: Tradition! Tradition! You are creating such preciousl memories for your family–and how wonderful to have such roots, a place to return to, so much to cherish. Beautiful photos.
You’re like the girl in “Our Town” who truly gets it—and while alive no less. Thanks for whispering to those of us seemingly off stage, who come to see and hear your spirt catching the beauty in the eternal moment.
Bruce,
given my post today (which I pre-wrote on Monday) this comment gives me goosebumps. Wow.