This Sunday Morning

I'm still tired but easily wake-up and make my way downstairs, two dogs anxiously in tow. They are ready to see the sun, as am I.  It's a little foggy, but the sun is slowing burning the fog away. It's going to be a great day. I slowly make my way to the kitchen to find a hot cup of coffee waiting for me on the table. Just as I finished, my six year old begs for a bicycle ride. I agree. Together we go outside. The fog is still thick, so thick it feels as if it were lightly raining. We ride anyway.

On my newly repaired bicycle, I think back. It was three years ago I was last on this bike riding along the beach were the Gulf meets the Atlantic. For just a moment, I was back home. And on this Sunday, that's where I'll stay.

Prelude to a Weekend with Friends and the Beach

While packing the sunscreen, aftersun gel and bug spray....the wine in the cellar was calling....

I swiftly poured a glass thinking about what the weekend has in store while examining my bathing suits, studying the 5 extra pounds that rest not-so-nicely on my tummy, and praying no one will notice that on my small frame that it makes me look pregnant.

But I continued to sip on my Pinot Grigio, that every liquor store seems to have limit supply of these days.  Dreaming of Frisbee and football on the beach, sandy legs and asses...yeah we fall down a lot...good friends and wild stories... wondering how long it will take to repeat those same crazy stories this time...do we have enough new dirt to share to make to night two.....doubt it....

Better finish packing....