There is a Sunday night dance party happening in the other room. It's a natural outgrowth of cousins in close quarters.
Olivia just came up with a new dance move, named appropriately "The Olivia." She says it could be a trend.
My mom texted us today asking how Newport is.
It's hard to complain.
Sun, surf, sand, and some of the finest boogie boarding you've ever seen. Done by yours truly. I'm seriously considering adding it to my resume: "Enjoys reading, writing, quilting, and is a world class boogie boarder." I like the sound of that.
Do you want to know the best part?
I've never been hotter.
Today I caught the biggest wave I've ever ridden and David kissed me so hard it made us both dizzy, which caused him to sway and lose his balance, and consequently caused me to end up unceremoniously on my butt in the sand. I told you, hot.
My brother, who had the good fortune of witnessing the whole thing, said sarcastically, "Wow, that was almost like the movies."
Whatever. It was hot in my head. (Then again, it's always hot in my head. It's a gift.)
Yesterday David asked Olivia to keep an eye on her younger cousin. She looked over at him running in and out of the waves. She smiled and said, "He's fine, Dad. He's living the dream."
We all are.
As for me, what could be better than looking across the waves to find my lovelies paddling their boards along beside me, their bodies turned silver in the light bouncing off the waves. We watch as a wave builds and crests toward us, we flip our boards and kick off. David grins over at me and I am undone.
It is no surprise to me that life began in the oceans. I am reborn every time I get in one.