Snow. Ice. Bitter cold. We need a bit of summer warmth, so I’m flashing back today to June 2000, when my friend, Jacquie, and I gathered the kids and met up at Mystic Aquarium in upstate Connecticut.
It was a great day — being together, seeing the creatures (the beluga whales were a huge hit as I recall), having lunch on a picnic table outside.
This photo is tucked into one of Catherine’s memory boards; I spied it on Sunday after Jacquie and her youngest, Laura, headed back home after a weekend visit.
All four of them are grown up now — Kathryn a college graduate making her way in the grownup world; Catherine and Dominic a year apart in college; Laura enjoying her senior year of high school.
Last Saturday, I had the chance to see Laura soar and leap her way to a medal at a gymnastics meet in Stamford. She was the picture of poetry in motion, all muscle, skill and determination.
Afterward, though, I couldn’t help thinking about her and the other three in their younger years, eyeing the sharks, talking to the penguins and belting “Baby Beluga” at the top of their lungs,
This is great. Thanks for the memory of fun times. Enjoyed our quick visit!