Island Days

My parents have some friends that live on an island out in a harbor and for four summers now we've been lucky enough to bring our brood out there for a day to visit.

We eat, and fish, and swim,

and ride in a boat, and marvel at the view,

and and pick out which house we'd like to live in then decide that really, who are we kidding?

We'd take any one of them.

And our children run in the woods barefoot, and ride on the rope swing,

and stuff ice cream into their faces, and cover their bodies in dirt and sand and sweat and smiles.

Then the mothers all dart around trying to gather everything up

while the fathers try to corral the kids in the car so we can head for home and

allow our gracious hosts the privacy required for a collective collapse on the lawn.

I usually take a ton of pictures when we're there, but with everything that I've been working on lately, I wasn't even going to bring my camera, but then Prince Charming said,

Yeah, but then you'll see something great and you'll wish you had your camera,

and I really hate it when he's right.

So, I brought it.

And I was glad.