We arrived just before noon, deposited our $4.00 in the meter for two parking hours, anticipating the dependable afternoon thunderstorms would chase us off the beach by 1:30.
Laden with umbrellas, a pack 'n play, towels, baby in stroller, beach chairs, a cooler and 2 rambunctious boys yanking at the end of our arms, we finally made it to the sand.
The walk was worth every heavy step as Lake Worth Beach greeted us in it's mid-summer glory: aquamarine waters, gentle waves, low tide with a nice flat sand bar for the kids to play on and a pulsating blue sky.
Ahh! This is what summer should be like.
Sitting in a chair, massaging the sand with your toes in the shade of your Tommy Bahama umbrella.
Doing.
Absolutely.
Nothing!
And jumping in the 78 degree water to teach your g-sons how to catch a wave on their boogie boards; quite a feat on the east coast, compared to the waves in Huntington Beach I grew up with. The waves break weakly, disorganized and scattered. A few managed to take the boys all way to the sand.
1:45 came, but the showers did not. Took a trip to the meter to pay for another 2 hours. Did I mention we got a great spot right by pier. The planets were aligned - for a while anyway!
Applying more sunscreen, we decided we would stay all day, invited the uncles, their girlfriends and and g-pa to come after work to have pizza on the beach for dinner.3:45 came and we added another $4 - a small price to pay for our beautiful day at the beach.
The boys snacked on ice cold mangoes, the syrupy juice dripping down to their elbows. A quick rinse in the ocean took care of the gooey golden mess.
My back on a sand chair,
a book in hand,
the sea is stretched out to the sharp horizon like a cool 400 count bed sheet
in graduated shades of aqua deepening to dark teal, inviting me to dive into the watery bed,
spinning, rolling in its soft caressing folds.
Wish I could take these liquid linens home to my sleigh bed to loll in their creamy
current every night.
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| Uncle Brandon joins us after work. |
Seldom is a day perfect. Every holiday has its hitch.
Like the time we lunched in Old Town, San Diego while every stitch of luggage was stolen from our minivan. Or the time son, Elliot broke his finger playing capture the flag in his uncle's back canyon and we spent the afternoon in emergency while everyone else watched baseball at the Padres' stadium. Or the time a July hurricane tangled up the flights so badly we missed our connection and slept in the Atlanta airport - me with 5 kids on a hard carpet, trying to make pillows out of lumpy backpacks with security warnings blasting every half-hour.
On the walk to pick up pizza to feed ourselves, we forgot to feed the meter for the last time and found a parking ticket awaiting us. Our twelve dollar parking fee jumped another twenty-five bucks. (Sorry, April).
Oh well, other than that it was a flawless day.
Too bad it had to end,
just like summer did.
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