For weeks Steve has been daydreaming about the beach.
He wants to sit under an umbrella, with his toes in the sand or water, reading a book and drinking a smoothie.
On Sunday, his dream will come true.
He and I are flying to Palm Beach for a little getaway. Jim and Betty will take care of Cooper and Katie.
Julie helped us find what seems to be the perfect resort. We need a direct flight to a domestic location (Dr. M has forbidden Steve from traveling to Mexico or the Caribbean) with excellent health care facilities. We need a beachfront hotel that has an easy path to the beach -- no flights of stairs.
We'll spend three nights at The Breakers, which undoubtedly will be the nicest, fanciest hotel we've ever visited.
With lots of advice and help, I think we have a good plan to get Steve from the house to the airport to the hotel. The hotel is renting a wheelchair for his use, plus he'll have his walker (yet to be named -- have you voted?).
We plan to relax for three days. We won't leave the hotel grounds. We'll enjoy the reassuring peace of the ocean and each other's company.
(I also wrote about the trip for today's Briefing column. Click here to read it.)