It was one of those weekends... wind-in-your-face-oh-I-feel-alive kind of weekends. One of those weekends when you wish Monday would hold off until... forever. But it never does... and so I tuck the windswept memories away for safe-keeping.
~the whisper of salt that the breeze has wrapped around my straw.
~how quickly those little sandpipers can move their legs, and the way it makes me laugh.
~watching her dig a hole down into the sand... and her making scientific references about groundwater, when all I could think of was that Robert Louis Stevenson poem... When I was down beside the sea, a wooden spade they gave to me...
~her silhouette in the setting sun... and the glittering of sunlight across the gulf.
~the wind rushing at my face... and the exhilaration that makes me wonder why I am not an adventure girl.
~seemingly endless blue skies that surround me from all sides.
~being with my Mom & Bob out on the open seas (or the little-bit-rough Gulf of Mexico.)
~squealing at the sight of dolphins... and realizing later that I did indeed catch them on film.
All little bits of perfect that make me want to turn back to clock... or rush ahead to the next bits of fun.
Celebrating the beautiful on a Tuesday... and the mess? It is simply not worth mentioning.