Monday, January 6, 2014
Postcards from where you'd rather be
For two nights and three days we enjoyed the comforts of being close to the grandparents. Probably the greatest comforts of all, really. We had hot breakfasts that we didn't have to clean up after, seafood dinners that we didn't have to clean up after, uninterrupted solar powered hot showers, lengthy sleep ins and isolated ocean dips.
Most deliciously, we were afforded the opportunity to spend some quality time with each of the kids - you know, one on one time without the others.
On Saturday evening Dave and I took Zeph down to the break wall to catch some fish. Just the three of us, a couple of rods and a bag of stinky prawns. As the tide came in we chatted and thread bait onto tiny hooks. We cast and reeled and cast again. We were still and busy and quiet.
We climbed over oyster encrusted rocks to make our way home and with the sun setting behind us (you know, like in a roman novel) I knew we'd made some lasting memories.
And so 2014 begins. The year of The Family.