Bonnie, her ears perked with excitement and a camera bag slung across her shoulder, does a final checklist. Alan, sporting paint-splattered overalls, covertly tucks a snack into his pocket, casting a sly glance at Mr. Pickles, the tiny chihuahua wagging his tail. Rebecca, hands dusted with flour from an early morning bake, passes homemade carrot muffins to everyone. DaVaughn, a stack of educational magazines under his arm, helps load the van. Leah, in athleisure gear, checks her fitness tracker, while Eric, swinging a golf club absentmindedly, ensures the beach gear is packed. "Is everyone ready? I want to catch the sunrise at Rehoboth for some shots,""I packed extra muffins in case anyone gets hungry on the way. And yes, Mr. Pickles, you get one too,""What about snacks for the road? I may have slipped a few treats in here,"
Leah immediately jogs toward the shoreline, breathing in the crisp ocean air. Eric scans for the nearest golf course. Rebecca sets up a shaded picnic spot with checked cloth and a basket of treats, while DaVaughn helps Bonnie unpack her camera equipment. "The light is perfect for filming. I can't wait!""This place is so energizing. I'm going to do some beach yoga—anyone want to join?""Yip yip!"
"Rebecca, your baking is legendary. This carrot cake is the best I've had all year,""Thank you, DaVaughn! I used Mama's secret spice blend,""You know, Mr. Pickles deserves a treat for his frisbee skills. Here, little buddy,"Bonnie captures Alan sneaking snacks to Mr. Pickles, zooming in on their mischievous smiles.
"What made today special for you?""I loved our yoga on the sand. I feel so relaxed,""The mini-golf tournament was hilarious. I still can't believe I lost to Rebecca,""Just seeing everyone together, happy and creative, is all I need,""Bonnie, did you get the shot of Dad sneaking snacks? That's the reel we need,"
"This trip reminds me why I make films. It's about moments like this,""And about sneaky snacks,""Yip... yip,"
"Let’s make this a birthday tradition. Same place next year?""Absolutely. And next time, sunrise yoga for all!""Deal. Maybe I’ll even bake something myself next time," The van pulls away, laughter trailing behind as the weekend’s memories shimmer in the morning light.
