05 March 2005
Saturday, the sweetest day...
Dear Susan...
Saturdays are sweet days. For one thing, the alarm is never allowed to go off at 5:15 am. Never. If it didn't get better than that, it would still be a sweet day. It does get better though.
We usually take Cassandra and Rebecca to breakfast on Saturday morning, and this is something that they enjoy and look forward to. They scramble into the car and without missing a beat they ask where we're headed. Now they know that we're going to breakfast, but they want to know the exact location. Isn't this always the way with little girls?? I don't seem to remember my brothers being as curious about such things. Perhaps my memory is clouded, but I do think that little girls are just naturally full of questions. Was Sarah like that Susan?? Were you?? I'm almost certain that I wearied my own Mom and Papa to tears with questions.
Today was no exception to our breakfast out but this week we headed into White Plains to the City Limits Diner. http://www.citylimitsdiner.com/ This is an incredible restaurant that is a modern slice of Americana. Fresh baked breads and desserts that make your mouth water are only two of the things that draw us back time after time. When you walk through the doors, the whole place is alive with activity; bustling waiters and people headed this way and that and although the dining room is very large, there is still a home-town diner feel. I think this is one of the big draws for us.
The girls were so tickled when we got there Susan. It made me smile that something so simple could make them that happy. Daddy had the Country Breakfast. I had a lovely Orange Lemon Waffle with fresh fruit and maple syrup. It was heavenly. Cassandra chose French Toast and Rebecca had Strawberries and some of Daddy's bacon.
Now I'd like to tell you that we had great and grand plans for the day, but in reality we didn't. Perhaps that's why the day was so sweet afterall. Following breakfast, we stopped at the grocery store picking up a few things and then we drove home playing Twenty Questions with the girls. This is their latest thing to do in the car Susan. Rebecca is famous for giving up...and then answering the next time round. She is the quintessential seven year old and she makes us laugh.
We had a quiet day today and it was bliss. I managed to catch up on some ironing and Erik worked on some photos and then he and I made lunch together. The girls played in their room and then watched a movie with their Daddy. Scooter was the lazy one in the bunch Susan. He slept almost the entire day away.
I guess it's days like this that we look forward to and days like this that in the end, we remember most. My own Papa worked so hard all week and he always looked forward to those sweet Saturdays. Sometimes we would go somewhere special...sometimes we'd stay home and Papa would work in the yard or he'd fix something around the house. He'd always make time for me though...just like Erik makes time for the girls. It's good to know that some things -- some Daddys -- never change.
Why do I think that your Daddy was the same way Susan?? Is it that special relationship that Daddys and Daughters have?? I like to think so.
Tomorrow is another day. I'm sure that it will be a good day, but oh, I don't know if it can top today.
Take care Susan.
Lots of Love,
Shelley
Ossining, NY
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Dear Shelley,
I'm glad that you and Erik had such a special day with the girls! That waffle sounded magnificent and mouth-wateringly delicious!
Often the simplest things create the happiest memories.
Here's a snippet of some things I remember from my childhood...
Days in the summer when we were going to go to the coast... Feeling deliriously happy because it was a warm day, and life was good and I had my bucket and spade and little flags ready to put on the sandcastles I was going to build....
Singing songs in the car and stopping every now and then because my older sister was ALWAYS car sick.
Eating sandwiches packed by my mother, and drinking hot tea from a flask. Candy floss and donkey rides and flying a kite on the beach with my dad. A new blue swimsuit with a short little polka-dot skirt and feeling wonderful wearing it! ...Sand between my toes...
Tenderly cradling my Barbie doll on the way home and planning lovely clothes I wanted to make for her...
My father was always a rock in my life, He always praised and encouraged me to be whatever I wanted to be. He spent hard earned money to buy me a telescope when I was about 9 years old. He knew my love of astronomy and we would go outside at night with a star map and explore the skies.
Little girls and their daddies always have a special relationship don't they? ...and they have memories that are never to be forgotten. Golden memories....I remember walking with him on the beach at Fairbourne in North Wales. We didn't say much, just walked and walked, taking in the lovely scenery. We came to an outcrop of rocks and looking out across the bay he said, "You're thirteen years old, almost a woman, but always my little girl"...
Another memory I have is at Beeston Castle, high overlooking the Cheshire plains...and my father pointing out where our ancestors came from. That day with my father is the root for my love of my family history. .
I miss him so much, but he is always with me Shelley, I know that.
I know you love and cherish every moment spent with these little girls Shelley. They will be treasured for always, and will shape their lives.
Love, Susan.
New Boston,
New Hampshire.
Posted by: Susan | 21 May 2005
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