In a quaint tale of two weekends so fun,
With the James family and Daddy-O, a divine time,
Soccer games and victories, coach James' team soaring high,
Undefeated they stood, reaching for the sky.
On the field, young Seneca played with zest,
Her knee took a tumble, a little scuffed and stressed,
But she rose again, brave and strong,
Determined to play, where she belongs.
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A stop at Vista point, such a scenic site,
Lunch at Milton's Deli, oh what a delight,
Then off to FreeFlight bird Sanctuary we'd go,
Dad enjoyed it and made a generous donation.
A leisurely drive along the PCH,
The beach town's pass bye, a calming display.
Games of Uno and a movie to share,
Bonding with family, beyond compare.
Sunday arrived, a birthday soon to come,
Grandpa Mike and Senny, new tools what fun,
Skillful hands, a budding toolkit's start,
Fixing things together, a work of heart.
Home again, reflections in the night,
Grateful for moments, oh so bright,
In the heart's memories, these weekends shall stay,
Cherished forever, in life's grand array.
As the weekend concluded, back to the norm,
Thoughts of escrow, emotions in swarm,
Halfway through the journey, anticipation so rife,
Bring on Monday, embracing life.
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