Pterodactyls, Gorbachev & the Beach

Seagulls fly low, their shadows passing over large like pterodactyls.

I sit in a low chair, running sand through my fingers like a sieve.

The 7 yr old digs a hole with a giant sand wall around it, with the help of her engineer daddy. And while I watch the waves come around the wall, I can't help but think of Reagan, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!"

When the 7 yr old gets in the water, she dances, fingers snapping, hips shaking, to the sound of the surf or maybe the music only she hears in her head.

The 12 yr old spends her whole time in the ocean, riding waves, and bobbing in the surf, a mermaid. Her arms ache by day's end from riding the boogie board.

Our family vacation. We relax and renew together. And in the wind and waves I feel God's presence and his power. And I am so thankful for my life.