it's nights like these i tell myself i'm never going to complain again about the 45 minute drive or the piles of sandy towels and wet bathing suits i have to wash afterward...it's nights like these i remind myself that not everyone lives in a place where their kids will grow up with Sunday memories of sand-dollar hunts and wake-boarding contests...it's nights like these i'm thankful for the small things...a guy who can do a pretty-close-to-Bob-Marley version of "Could This Be Love?", cold draft (yeah, I think it's okay to be thankful for that), a grouper basket that tastes better every time I get it...and then the bigger things...our friends, our special Sunday get-away spot, a beautiful backdrop of sea and sun...
...everything's different at our little isle of capri...success is measured by nothing more than how many crabs you catch in your pail, and time is measured simply by where your shadow falls on the shore...i love that.
i think what i love most about ioc days is watching brett 'cuz he's the happiest man in the world when he's there...and that makes me happy. today was magic watching him love his kids...and the way he is with lainey? the way he holds her, the way he talks to her when he thinks no one's looking, the way he kisses her on the top of her head without even realizing he's doing it...sigh. i love this man. ...check out how cubby rests her little hand on his shoulder. he may look all nonchalant, but inside i know his heart is melting.
yeah...it's nights like these...when the house smells like sea salt and sunscreen...when little sun-kissed faces settle into their beds, worn out from the day's play...when i've finally cleaned up, climbed in bed, closed my eyes...and i can still hear the water, the music, the laughing. it's nights like these, i realize...it's so worth it.
...enjoying the small things... ~k