Cory may remember today most vividly for something that happened this morning, something that no one else will recall. Fisher might remember today for something different, probably also unremarkable to anyone else, maybe something that happened this afternoon. And, Papa will probably remember today for some strange dream or thought or experience that he and he alone had tonight.
Daddy will remember today for this morning’s rain shower, the only one of the trip, that ended what was about to be a fun tennis match and brought a smile to Fisher’s face and for an entire afternoon spent in the pool and out of it, listening to Papa yuck it up with an amazingly attentive poolside waiter, chat with new neighbors on each side, one couple from Cleveland here on a gazillionth all-inclusive trip and another from Phoenix about to get married on the property on Wednesday, throw the twins into the water, toss each of them tennis balls in some made up game, perform imaginary operations on them after somehow getting them supine on the hammock, operations without anesthesia as all the giggling attests, and, in the quieter moments, splash pretty quietly as he swims laps up and down the length of a very long pool. Daddy has never really been drawn to the idea of putting any kind of pool in in the back yard at home. But, after the sights and sounds of this afternoon, the idea has gained considerable appeal.
Papa goes in to take a shower. He has stripped the swimsuits off the kids while they are still in the water. They are naked in public. Moons over Mexico, baby. Fisher is a bit horrified. Cory thinks it’s hilarious. Daddy wraps them each in a towel and pulls them onto his lap on the lounge chairs. A decision is made to compose a new verse to My Favorite Things, an ode to the trip to Cancun, based on the things seen right there from the hotel room deck overlooking the swim-out pool.
D: What do you see?
F: The hammock.
C: Those foxtails.
F: And the rockets and rings!
Goggles at poolside and hammocks on latches
Beach towels on lounge chairs and foxtails in patches
Papa, Cory, Fisher, all diving for rings
These are a few of our favorite things.
Whatever else they might take from this day, Daddy will add the verse to the nightly lullaby to help them share what will be his memory of the afternoon, too.