Wednesday, March 9, 2011
We didn't samba this Carnival. But we did dance with our children in our arms.
There were no drum beats...just the sound of rain pounding on the roof.
We were awake at the wee hours, not at a party but tending to the little ones.
There were no sequins or feathers in our attire, just the usual comfy machine washable wears.
A simple weekend at the beach...family and friends.
And we came home early--to escape the holiday traffic and sleep in dry sheets. Rested. Rejuvenated. Bonded.
A fabulous party....