Last But Not Least The Very Stylish Lexi

So Back from Key West – which is the place I will retreat to one day to write -we go to Delanos for dinner, as you do.  I squeeze myself into an evening number after six days of seafood dinners and margaritas and the starbucks menu.  Sophie-G, as thin as when she left Switzerland, looks gorgeous in her silver Bal de Neige (Prom) dress.  Mr. Jules looks elegantly European and pops a cigar into his pocket.  Off we totter.  It is only once we are being seated and on hearing a slap, scrape, flop sound repeated behind me that I look down and see that Lexi is still wearing her plastic beach shoes….

I was 39 years old when Lexi was born.  I couldn’t help myself I just knew there was another one out there.  So here we are, her going on 8 and me going on 47, and sometimes I forget to mother her.  She is dragged along in the wake of her teenage siblings.  It is only when she falls asleep in restaurants that I am reminded of how young she really is.

She makes it through the Delano dinner and we walk back to the hotel.  I guiltily put her to bed noticing that she has more sunburn than her older brother and sister ever had.  I fall asleep then wake in the middle of the night to check that she is not wearing her snorkel mask.

Copyright Jules Ritter March 2008