There is a hammock, like a nest, in an old large fig tree. I have a thing for figs, the scent is one of my favorites. When Chelsea's boyfriend Mr. Espresso invited us over this afternoon for a swim, I spotted the hammock, the pool though beautiful did not interest me as much as the pleasure of being in the middle of that fig tree.
I took a rare and wonderful nap.
Later Chelsea came up, sat on one of the branches.
Chelsea was home for Juliette's birthday party, and for Father's day.
These two sweethearts.
The only thing missing on this perfect weekend was Sacha.
xxx
I never doubted for one minute that Yann would be anything other than perfect as a Father. More than anything that is why I married him. I wanted a man who could be a beautiful generous Father.
Also I loved him because he could dance.
Happy Father's Day Yann!
Chelsea being a mermaid. She was darling acting up for me. Striking poses. Oops, the camera made blotches appear on her skin.
If you do not see me on the blog tomorrow, it is because Chelsea saw these photos here.
Isn't that the most darling sunshine swimsuit!
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