Perfect

 

The day was perfect.  Perfect means nothing more could be added to make it better.  There is no such thing as "more perfect."  The weather, the beach, our friendships--all perfect.  Just for today anyway.

 

 

Eight of us in a big Suburban on a glorious sunny day headed to Cape May.  The endless sea spread before us, sparkling and inviting.  The water was warm and clear, the deep sand soft on our feet.  The kids reveled in the waves, delighting in the sudden strong surf that tossed them about.  Liana and Carina took photos all day so we can always remember this.  My new friend Cindy and I relaxed, mindless of time, talking, sharing, and enjoying our kids while they dug a great hole, sunbathed, and laughed.  We stayed late, no one wanting to end this day. The best hours on the beach are when the crowds leave and the setting sun glows golden across the sand.

 

An hour wait for dinner?  No problem.  No rushing.  We ate at George's Place--the best meal I've had in a long time.  A Greek dinner of salmon and a huge fresh salad with feta, grape leaves and chick peas.  On the long drive home we were quiet as we relived the day.  I was wedged in the back with Arielle and Steven, fast asleep, my sandy daughter heavy against me.  We listened to oldies--those special ones attached to memories.  I am giving thanks.  We're sun-baked and content.