The waves are rough and unseasonably frigid. We’re warming up on beach towels and having a snack.
Seagulls hover in wait. The youngest will drop a goldfish cracker. It’s only a matter of time. The birds know it. I know it. Even she knows it. She’s gripping the bag tighter and taking out a cracker at a time in an attempt to prove us all wrong.
“What’s the worst day of your life,” the oldest asks, entirely out of the blue.
I don’t have an answer. I’m human, and our awful days are plentiful, but no specific day comes to mind.
“I can’t think of anything, but do we want to talk about my worst day? We’re having a good time. Let’s talk about my two best days.”
I’m about to state the obvious. I know it. My kids know it. Even the seagulls are aware. I’m going to say my two best days are the birth of my kids.
“I already know those…” explains the oldest.
Yup. I’m corny and predictable. I’m a parent.
“…it’s the day I was born and my first birthday.”
The youngest no longer needs the sun. She’s hotter than hell, lunging for her brother and scattering Goldfish across the sand.
The seagulls witness the fight and decide it’s safer to move along to a different lunch spot.
NOTES YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED
- Note #829 – Amusement
- Note #828 – Rivalry
- Note #827 – Moveable Feast
- Note #826 – Interview
- Note #825 – Extremes
- Note #824 – Games
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