Showing posts with label Kris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kris. Show all posts

January 1, 2013

Happy

We counted down those final hours with a tradition started the year Channing was born-lobster dinner.  I'll happily cook it, but I won't eat it.  I leave that to WM and to whomever we convince to join us.  Usually, that doesn't take much.  Mention lobster and guests are practically beating down our door.



We were joined by Walt, Kath, Kris & Jan this year.  We had lobster and pad thai and fancied up jell-o.  The jell-o was a big hit.  Anything tastes better in a cute little jelly jar, right?




The food coma hit us all hard.  By 11 our company was gone, Channing was snuggled into bed, Max was asleep in his swing and I snuggled up next to WM on the couch.  I was perfectly content.  I looked at the clock.  11:49.  When I looked again, it was 1:22.  Oops. 

Since I missed it last night, perhaps you'll help me count it down.



Happy New Year!

October 23, 2011

It's Electric

We came together as seven women should, taking great delight in the unknown and the unexpected.  The anticipation was electric right up to the moment the key turned in the lock at the Shangri La, our home away from home.  We had arrived.  Nieces Trip 2011.  Nassau, Bahamas.  




Aunt Kris did her utmost to ensure we would want for nothing during this week.  She lavished us with unending generosity, no detail left unattended.  We ate.  We drank.  We took in the sights.  There were a few terrifying moments involving the jitney (bus), the (not so) lazy river and a shark or two.  There were many more moments where that relaxed feeling overcame us and we slipped into that place of total contentment.  



Enjoying a pool-side drink at the Atlantis.  Needed to settle our nerves after our not-so-lazy river ride.

Collecting shells and walking along Jaws Beach, the site where the movies were filmed.



The view from the top of the Queen's Staircase.  Part of our island tour courtesy of Chef Marci.

There were several of us who never showered in the house.  Nope. Not once.




For one bliss filled week, we lived in the sunshine, swam in the sea and drank in the wild air.  We've now returned.  Renewed.  Refreshed.  Reverently grateful for the time we shared.