My mind, it would seem, defaults to the clouds the moment I stop paying strict attention. Which is, to say, perpetually.
But when the opportunity for getaway presents itself, I am happy as the next person to plunge right in.
The beach was lovely, the water bracing, the air sublime.
I am watching my girls grow up faster than would seem possible.
I suppose, for me, this was the best part of our overnight escape: a moment to get battered by ocean, to drag myself out, to lay down on the warm sand and feel my heart beating. Every time I opened my eyes I saw my husband and three girls running around, laughing, and when they noticed I was watching, they looked at me and smiled.