Sometimes it happens so easily. Sometimes the light is perfect. Sometimes the children are happy and well-behaved. Sometimes the beauty is there, right at your finger tips. Ready for the taking.
That was Tuesday.
Their beautiful house in a South County beach neighborhood just a block to the water. We smelled the honeysuckle before we saw it. And the ospreys were in their nest, right where they belonged. And there were no tears or attitudes. And one thing led right in to the next and the evening stretched and held it all.
Dimpled baby hands resting on a father's knee.
Games of chase.
Peals of laughter.
A playful duet.
The cat prowling the porch's perimeter.
Mating lightening bugs.
But even more light.