Day 305
Rachel Rebecca
(Becky)---July 9, 1973
Fireworks!---Warning!...“Adult”-supervision
required! (Oh! So very true!)
So---let’s
mix it up a little with…a “very” pregnant woman and a 26-year old “kid” who
has a large grocery bag chock full of fireworks! Uh! Oh! I smell---not trouble…Disaster!
Okay.
So, just maybe I am not the most
responsible “adult” (by age) on the planet? Hmm!?
See!
It was more like---Uh!...Well? Gee!
Lovely
Lady Candice Leah was carrying this huge watermelon under her shirt, sort of?
I
just had to have “fireworks”---after all…it was the 4th of July. So,
I bought a few firecrackers
to celebrate the “Boom! Boom!”-holiday.
Really---just a hand full of “fun”…Really!
We
were constructing our first “new” house on a delicious 10-acre property sitting
on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River bottoms with a spectacular
vista some 30 miles into Missouri and took a couple with us to shoot off some
fireworks as dusk approached.
Being
the very fine “Gentleman” I am, I carried a lawn chair into the pasture for
Lady Candice to sit and enjoy the show; she was grateful for my courtesy. Let the show begin!
Seating
“my-Lady” safely away from the spot I had chosen to explode the shells, I took
a package of bottle-rockets from my stash safely stored under Lady Candice’s “safe”
–seat.
Carefully---with perfect “adult”-manners…I
lighted the wick of a bottle rocket.
That
rebel, rascal, recalcitrant, rogue “bomb”
shot out---sideways…directly into the bag.
Looking
back (from a fair distance of adequate time & space) it was quite hilarious
to see a very “rotund” woman squirming in an un-cooperating chair being
incinerated by an angry fireworks display ignited in an “all-at-once” accidental conflagration-disaster. She
could not get up with that huge belly exacerbated by the flames and sparks
trying to burn her to death. Wow!
Becky
was quite stubborn; even that catastrophe did not dislodge her from her “home”.
Fireworks
demand adult supervision---and, our “adult”…was
incapacitated, temporarily.
Five
days later, our good doctor decided to induce labor---Voila…”Rachel Rebecca” comes!
If
you dare think the “fireworks”-accident was exciting---the fun…had only just
begun.
Without
breaching “good manners” by disclosing the number of years passed since that
incident, just let me say the “best” times have come. Wow! What a fantastic---Gift!
Honey! I sure enough
tried my best to bring you on July 4th---Honest!...I reckon I did! Sorry!
We
sure have had a “hot” time since---and…continuing! Thank you! Very much! Let’s rock!
My
seven precious stones adorn my golden crown---I love you all…more than life! Amen!
2-confessions:
1) You are my firecracker; and, 2) I
haven’t grown up---not one tiny…wit!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Hot times!” Memories!
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