Tides

(There are times when no excuse is needed to smile)

There are three little men, each growing, day by day, who live on the other shore.

Three little men, one much larger than the others, each of whom own my heart.

Their images stare, smilingly, out from pictures.

Smiling, laughing, running headlong and fearlessly, into their neighbor, the ocean.

How do you rein in a child, or an adventure, whose playmate is the Atlantic?

You don’t.

You sit back and smile, knowing that your child is giving her child a life which will alter history—

even if that history is your own.

I love you guys.