View from apartment
Big brothers rock
In Florida, while my precious angels lay sleeping, I sneaked out of the apartment to take morning runs on the beach in the soft pastel light.
On the first day, I ran by the beautiful Latino women in their sparkly sarongs, that did little to conceal their genetically beautiful bodies in their thong bikinis, and wondered if somebody was going to feel so inclined to free Willy and toss me back into the sea.
By the end of the trip, my clothes had dwindled and I had become more like a wild, uncontainable beast, pushing myself as hard as I could to run away the worry that was building as my departure day approached.
Michele arrived with my two nieces the day before we had to leave and I immediately felt the magic of family kick in to lift my anxiety.
When I am together with my mother, my sisters and all of the children, life transports me to a much happier, safer place. All we were missing was Melanie-Mouse and her two children and Devon, whose racing skis and boots are glued to his feet these days, to make it complete.
The next day, as we were preparing to leave to drive to the airport, Michele and I were lamenting that we did not plan the trip right by adding more overlapping days. I mentioned that I was sorry that my timing was so bad that we were also leaving a day before her birthday and that is when she looked at me strangely. “My birthday is not for another two days,” she said in confusion and our eyes locked as we registered my mistake.
I dropped the bags to the ground. “Does this mean, your not leaving?” she asked, her sadness rapidly turning to concern at the realization that our energy, our mess and our tight sleeping quarters were actually remaining for another two days.
“You can’t be serious? Not only were you not scheduled to leave today, but you aren’t even leaving tomorrow?” She said in complete disbelief and we got the giggles at how completely ridiculous I can be at times. I was so worried about coming home that I absentmindedly shortened the trip by two days.
Michele, being the most put together of any of us, is constantly in awe that she was placed in such a dysfunctional family with a younger sister who constantly makes her question her genetic make up and an older sister with a compulsive obsession for fashion and rock stars. Thankfully, she loves us and welcomes the entertainment factor, of which she contributes greatly to.
It was like buying time with two glorious days added to the itinerary, even if they were there from the start, and we walked for miles and miles on the beach with my mother and the children, having races, photo shoots, exploring sandbars, finding starfish and coconuts, and searching for a place to get Virgin Pina Coladas. Life was good, and relaxing, and trouble free.
And now, as I sit back home at my desk staring at the pile of unattended bills I absorb the reality that we have no choice but to put our dream house on the market.
Nevertheless, I remain loyal to my deranged self, hovering somewhere between denial and reality while arranging for the impending arrival of our puppy in ten days.
After all the anticipated build up for Muki, there is no way that I can go back on my promise now. The damage is done and there is no going back, plus I stay firm in my belief that the boys need a dog, even if it means that I will have to get a life prescription for a very strong pain killer for both Wade and I.
I think that before I begin to hyperventilate, I need to get some fresh air and embrace the change in temperature. Don’t be surprised if you find me disoriented and still in my beach clothes as I make my way up the Aspen Highlands Bowl dreaming about how nice it would be to get the best of both worlds and dive into an expansive ocean when I reach the top.
I just love you. Wish I could have been there lying on the beach with you. Beautiful photos of my favorite peeps!!
The pictures of the boys are beautiful! So glad Florida was fun for you.
It does not seem fair to gain a dog but loose a house? How is that book comming along? Start manefesting sweetie!
Love you – Marilyn
Is that a REAL starfish in that picture???? My boys and I cannot get over the size of it. WOW.
Love the pictures of the boys. They are exquisite.
Thank you!
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Oh my goodness, I can feel the sun from your post. Thank you!
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Amazing photos and blog description. I can tell..by the action captured of your boys…that they would get along fabulously with my oldest! I’m sorry about the reality of your house. Are you going to be able to stay in Aspen? I am hooked on the drama that is your life…probably because you write about it so well.
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What do you mean my passion for fashion and Rock Stars!!!!???? Well…..thats another story!
I am so sad I was not with you all. Sounds like it was a perfect vacation!
I give you permission to keep your beach cloths on until you get to Nantucket this summer.
It is actually in the high 70′s today in Boston!
There is something magical about the home in Florida, on the beach…..Hayden, Tasha and I are going next week!
Cannot wait but am a little worried as to who will take care of the cat, bunny, hamster and guinne pig!
I love you
Melanie
How wonderful that you suddenly had 2 extra days! Sounds like you had a wonderful vacation with your family, and the pictures are great. I’m so sorry about your house. I know what it’s like to move around, and I know very well what it’s like to leave a house you love. Good luck with the puppy! We’re hoping to get one soon too.
Have a great weekend!
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Is that a REAL starfish in that picture???? My boys and I cannot get over the size of it. WOW.
Love the pictures of the boys. They are exquisite.
Thank you!
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