Long Enough

We traveled to Boston Took planes and trains and automobiles

Dragging Disney princesses

on rolling suitcases

behind us.

Ariel got her chance to

stroll along down a --

what's that word again?

Airport concourse.

We could only stay in Boston

for four minutes.

Four minutes was long enough to

see our two friends become one

Long enough to get our glasses readjusted

(dorks)

Long enough to swallow the

unmistakable

New England October air

and to look up at the mirror ceiling

of the hotel where

a young man asked my father

on the same weekend

seven years ago

if he could put up with

my motion sickness and

broken eyeglasses for a lifetime.

Seven years later,

my husband twirled me on the dancefloor

to Michael Buble

our flower girl daughter pouting

our angel son sleeping in the lap of Uncle Greg.

Later we would consider

passing by

our Boston real estate

where we brought home two

babies brand-new,

real estate now occupied by

some unsavories.

But then I thought how

I didn't want to spend

these four minutes in Boston

looking back

casting our life there

as some man that I had loved

but knew I could never marry.

I've had my fun/ But baby I'm done I wanna go home

*** Our host, sweet Maggie

...and her baby sister Louise (not pictured: Louise's twin bro Calvin)

FamiLee

Flower Gal waiting

Tater waiting

Jeff waiting

Lo! The flower gals arriveth

Lo! Eunis arriveth

 

Hard out here for a flower girl

Mercy. I miss Newbury St.

Kicking off her shoes for dancemania

Eunis + Jeff = 4 eva