I could tell you about the wonders of my day, but I want to share instead the images I’m left with, as everyone trickles off to bed. They’re images I plan to savor for quite a while.
- One whole section of ruin and wreckage, right beside perfectly fine and rebuilt strip malls and homes
- A small hand in mine, and admiring eyes looking up to me throughout the whole day, making me long for the face of Uncle Bob to share it with
- The taste of fine seafood, the sound of cajun tunes, the sight of small feet dancing
- The giggles of an aunt who hasn’t had many auntly moments with her mingled with squeals of delight from my daughter as they “jumpy-jump” together
- Laying on a hammock, seeing the sun on the grass, feeling the breeze on my ankles, knowing it’s snowing at home (which would be the topic for a “Triple Huh?!??!” posting, oh my!)
- Long in-person talks with someone I usually only chat with only online
- The door being opened for me by perfect strangers who say “you’re welcome” with such grace that I can’t help but take a lesson in manners
- Going across a bridge (the longest train tressel in the world, according to Uncle History) and looking through the back window to see MIL brandishing a rosary at him (seriously, she could have hurt him with it!)
- Teasing MIL and then hugging her and then having her ask what POS means, and knowing that I’d better brush up my vocabulary a bit
- Beating my nieces at memory…twice…and knowing they will come back tomorrow ready for more
- Seeing the Mississippi River as the backdrop for two nieces and my daughter, all hugging
- Watching my nieces with my daughter…unfettered energy and unleashed love
- Hearing my nieces call my husband and explain the day to him (and hearing how important my role in it was)
- Holding and hugging and touching and cuddling and teasing and seeing how much those nieces have grown and changed and become beautiful young women
Don’t you mean N’Awlins? That’s how a native would write it (though not all have that particular accent!).
Going across a bridge Was this the Huey P. Long? Pretty scary stuff, if so!
Glad you had a good time! The city does make an impression, doesn’t it?
My brother-in-law told me my spelling was wrong too, though he thought I was more accurate from a “reading it the way we’re all saying it” perspective. And yes, I think it was the Huey P. Long – is that the one that’s a train tressel?
Best part was seeing my two year old gobble up the mud bugs! 🙂