Our short trip to the beach was beautiful in every way, forsaking the Memorial Day traffic to and fro. Unlike last summer, when the sand and water were coated with oil, the turquoise ocean water, warm enough to bake a crab, and blinding white sands captivated every member of the family, including little Mills, who played in the water until her toes looked like shriveled prunes. Children on the beach is a reminder that the magic exists to be shared; I have no monopoly on wonder.
Max went fishing with Ratpaw and Patrick. To our surprise, he is quite the fishing enthusiast now and longs for his own tacklebox.
Thanks to Bunica and Ratpaw, I did managed to steal away to the beach with an ice cold beer and a bucket. Toes in the sand, eyes peeled for the perfect imperfect shell, I stumbled across some amazing pieces of driftwood perfect for a mobile. Fleeting moments.