Today was time for Ava’s mommy date. We had the perfect day planned. Beach. Play ground. Lunch and watching the ferries come in. Only ava had a different version of ferries. Faeries with wings and wands. Not boats with bellowing horns. After her initial disappointment (which included falling in to a sobbing mess in the gravel) we had an enjoyable time. Hunting for perfect shells. Walking on huge chunks of drift wood. Tossing wishing stones and praying for our dreams to come true. Finding lone flowers in barren sand.
Gold fish and juice boxes. Discarded PB&J. Melting cheese sticks. Sharing disgust and fascination of a lone Santa Clause of a man in daisy duke cut offs entering the icy water without hesitation. Ava had the most fun chasing me with rotting bug infested seaweed down the beach while I shreaked like a wild woman. I wished this day, our closeness, her happiness to end would never end. And I hope it stays etched in her memory as it has in mind.
I hope it does too.
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