Dolphins danced for us one morning. The kids stood with buttered honey biscuits in hand cooing and marveling at the edge of the balcony. Max told us that the dolphins warn of coming storms.
After spending the morning in the ocean, Micah and Milla alternate between sketching and coloring the crisp blues and whites below the balcony.
Of all three little folks, Milla turned out to be one most dedicated to collecting small pieces of shell and molding large quantities of sand.
The ocean water couldn't have been more clear or sublime- you could see clean through to the bottom. That's how Max noticed the sting ray fishing nearby. Fortunately, he did not make a close acquaintance.
Of course I started to feel guilty when I noticed this short, dark, and handsome dude playing in the waves right in front of me. I looked around to make sure my husband didn't notice and then felt mighty pleased to discover that the fellow I was watching was none other than my husband.
The jetties behind Milla brim with treasures. Old fishing lures, beat-up tennis shoes turned into flotation devices, colorful scraps of twine and fabric- a place pocked with stories waiting to be told....