Reflection

A week ago Bee was here. We went to the beach and flew a kite. We lunched at a colorful picnic table on the boardwalk and laughed at a wee lad intently chasing pigeons.

Tuesday evening, Laurence grilled peanut chicken at Forest Park. Bee pulled her campchair to the grill and played for a long while at roasting marshmallows. Wednesday, we had supper by the bay with a view of the Manhattan skyline in the distance. Bee feels pleased that she was born in The City. We laughed with the fisherman who tried to fly Bee’s kite as the sun set in a display of grandeur.

Thursday was one of those unexpected days that come along in life and surprise you with pure joy. Rachel joined Bee and me to take the ferry to tranquil Governor’s Island where we rode bike, ate lunch, enjoyed the views, and Bee paid $7.62 for a single serving of ice cream that she thought was worth every dime. Friday, Bee got to stay for chicken nuggets for lunch before Brother Benn picked her up.

Bee calls me Grandma Berniece. As a child, vacation at Grandpas’ for three days and nights with my cousins was the highlight of summer. Subconsciously, I thought my life would follow the pattern of Kansas living, children, grandchildren, and summer vacation. It would be the best life.

God’s ways aren’t mine. His are higher and better. We are so blessed with our life in Queens and to have Bee (and the beach and bubble tea).

Berniece