Not much feels as good as toes in the sand. Even though it was a breezey day, and the water was cold and the sand was wet and chilly, the sun was warm.
This beautiful baby of mine is fourteen soon.
My sixteen year old is heading to a new, bigger school in the fall.
She wants to grow outside the box.
We’re the kind of people who plank on the beach.
(‘Cause we don’t want to lay on the wet sand for a photo.)
And then my woman-child kneels in the water and
enjoys the feeling of sand under her fingers.
Seeing my children quietly be together
will always make my heart happy.
A May 16 sunshiny supper hour on the beach, with cold water,
blue sky, and sand dug deep into the cracks on my heels.