All week long we go, go, go. You know that feeling, right? But then something magical happens and it is called Friday. The kids all have plans. The ocean is too rough for paddleboarding. Neither of us is very hungry. So we make a couple sandwiches and throw on our flip flops and drag our chairs to the beach.
Chat. Eat. Sit. Watch. Listen. Feel.
Life is good. Friday is good. This moment in time. It’s good.
