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Every day we’re making memories…we’re out in the world having fun…
and every day, if I am lucky, I write a few lines about one…

But with our suitcases and passports packed…and armed with Google translator
For the next 10 days we’ll be making so many memories…
I’ll have to write abut them later.

We are celebrating Ava’s graduation
Making memories in London, England then Paris, France…
and when it comes to writing abut them…this is the first time I’ve had the chance…

When it comes to our itinerary…our son Bryan has sole authorship.
Counting Deborah, me, Bryan, Ali, Ava,
Damien, Trista and our great-granddaughter-to-be
there will be four generations of our family on this trip.

It’s a trip we’ve been looking forward to for a long time
one we know, in our hearts we’ll never forget…
Okay, there’s a good chance our great-granddaughter might not remember
because she’s riding along inside Trista…and hasn’t been born yet.

But a trip filled with family, fun and happiness (studies have fund this to be true)
when experienced by the mother-to be will be felt by her baby too.

This first poem finds us traveling on different airplanes…
We’ll be meeting Bryan, Ali and Ava in London
then Trista, Damien and our great-granddaughter in France…
And as we’re flying we’re hoping we packed enough essentials
like socks and underwear and pants.

If you don’t hear from me every day…no need to worry or be wary
blame it on London or Paris or Bryan’s itinerary.

And know we are doing our best to have fun…to play, eat, drink, sing and dance…
to help Ava make a host of memories in London
then Ava and our great-grand daughter even more memories in France.

Four generation of our family…celebrating where we are, where we’re going 
and where we came from….
on a family trip that if we’re lucky will be remembered for generations to come
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