Because laughter is the best medicine, here are a collection of photos for our farway Glamma, who is sick in -- though certainly not sick of -- the big city of NYC.
It's early December. We've pulled off the island highway after hours of driving and found ourselves in a place called Coombs, into a marketplace where they claim goats graze on the rooftops, though we didn't see any. Coffee for the Js and a sticky, mincemeat tart for E. It's the season for sweet treats, so we don't mind that he loads up with sugar when there are still more hours of highway driving ahead. We're not on the highway now. The marketplace around us is busy and bright, but we find a quiet table perfect for a family of three.
We are happy.
Every other day this month we spend at the pool. J read somewhere that "spirited children are calmed by the water", and so E is encouraged to dunk-a-lunk his toes, blow his bubbles, douse his daddy with a shower from the bright plastic watering can. He's even allowed to sit on the steps of the hot-tub, despite the recommendations of the sign overhead. Every other day, after the pool, the boy is calm, sleeps well at night, and his parents look knowingly at one another and smile.
No mother should trust this grin.
And for good reason. When J turned her back, E found her expensive (albeit old) MAC make-up and gave himself a Joker's smile. He also decorated as many of his cars and trucks as he could get his hands on before daddy found him. The web cam doesn't do the moment justice.
There are more stories, more photos, more videos even, and we promise to send them. Until then, be well. With love and kisses, J~J~E
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