Nantucket dreams
I sailed away this weekend to Nantucket on what has become an annual retreat. I gained more laugh lines, I traded pounds of worry for pounds of delicious treats, I reverted to the little girl who lives in me and loves a good time with good friends.
To find a friend is rare, to find a group of them is nigh impossible, but I, dear readers, fell into a bowl of milk when in 2006 I was invited into this group of women and began my excursions to the lovely island of Nantucket where hollyhocks and hydrangeas vie with blue skies and lush green meadows for the very picture of serenity.
I’m going to sleep in my bed tonight and count my lucky stars that I went where I went and came back where I came back. I walked in the door of the LaLa to Tin yelling, “Mommy mommy, I love you!”
