After having just spent the bulk of the past few hours on my feet, my injured ankle had done
amazingly well but was starting to let me know who the boss was. Things were starting to get a little puffy and past experience had taught me that once they hit this state, my ankle was capable of going
Michelin in only minutes if I wasnt careful. I was awfully glad that our resort room was literally just steps away from where our dessert party had been held.
After a short walk to Conch Key, I decided that a swim would make my leg feel better. My daughter and I changed into our swimsuits and hit the Grand Floridians quiet pool. My husband, the anti-Night Owl, stayed behind in our room.
It was a beautiful night out and the quiet pool was bristling with people. I couldnt wait to ease my tired body into the water. Once, I did, I cant tell you folks how good it felt.
Ahhhh!
Within about two minutes, my daughter had made friends with a couple of kids. She soon forgot who I was (oh, the pain of being the mother of a social butterfly). I kept my eyes trained on her as I floated about the pool.
After about thirty minutes, my daughter swam up to me and told me that we had forgotten to take a photo of the marquee in the lobby. Yikes! She was right! I got out of the pool and used the house phone to call my husband. When he answered the telephone, I told him to grab my camera and meet us in the lobby. My daughter and I quickly toweled off and headed to the main building to meet him.
Within a few minutes, my husband arrived, camera bag in hand. I took my camera out of the bag and turned it on. When our event popped up on the Daily Events board, I snapped a photo:
click here. It was strange seeing our name on the marquee and my daughter giggled over it. I did, too.
Once the photo had been taken, I handed the camera back to my husband. He headed back to the room, and my daughter and I headed back to the swimming pool. The night was still young and sleep was the furthest thing from our minds.
The two of us swam for almost another hour. I was awfully glad that we had gone back to the pool because it had done a world of good for me. I felt so much better that I pretty much floated all the way back to our resort room.
Once inside our room, we found that Turndown Service had been performed:
click here. Luckily, my husband only stole the chocolates from one of the beds and left this one intact.
My daughter and I put the chocolates away and then changed into our pajamas. We climbed into bed and within a few short minutes the Sandman had paid us a call. Soon, we were fast asleep, snoring in unison with Sleeping Beauty (a.k.a., my husband) in the next bed. Our magical day had
finally come to an end.
Zzzzzz