thinking it best to burn off my endorphin high
while the kids busied themselves building sand castles.
But the water was too blue
and the sun too bright
for anything but glee.
My bottle of cider somehow caught
the wind blowing off the river and became a flute.
And my boy tried to catch a fish
with the pole he'd constructed from a broken broom handle
and a paperclip.
All the while a bright yellow crop duster
practiced his air show stunts above us.
I took a nap in the sun.
Watched my kids have a sand fight.
Broke my face smiling over a slumber party invitation from a cute boy.
Then I took a photo of my daughter with my cell phone
and thought of nothing but gratitude.
How lucky am I to have the life I never knew I wanted?