My children are back with me for the week, and last night we went out for ice cream. Then we continued on to the beach. The tide was in, but there was almost no swell, and the moon was rising and a day from full, so we were able to walk all the way out to the end of the jetty. There we sat and watched, far down the coast, the tiny soundless explosions of fireworks no doubt delayed by weather from the Fourth. The big bang-flashers lit up the undersides of the clouds. Son14 and I belted out the national anthem just as the grande finale came on...and then we went back to the beach and sat three in a row on the life-guard stand and made raunchy jokes and watched the moon-sparkles dance on the water.
I love my children more than anything else in existence.
Two more days until The Talk. I endure.
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