Perspective...

Sitting in a plastic Adirondack chair I look through the deck spindles and spy my beautiful family diligently digging in the sand.  Jack Johnson lingers in the air from a neighbors boom box reminding me of two nights ago in Virginia Beach. I was walking around the village of vendors with Colton as we waited for Jack to begin his set.  It was still hot, 90+ degrees and humid, we were sticky and praying for a breeze.  The crowd was easy going, everyone making way for each other, nods of hello to strangers sharing in the atmosphere of harmony and simplicity.  Suddenly, a smallish hand found my hand and stuck there, giving me an unforeseen thrill.  This little event, this sticky, not so little hand grasping mine on a hot summer night will forever linger in my memory as one of the few glimpses at his unabashed love for me; for I know he loves me dearly, but "tween-hood" is upon us and it isn't cool to let anyone know you love your parents.