Footprints in the Florida sand swept away even before we graced the path again. But the warmth of this moment in time fades not like sand through the hour-glass for I hold it forever in my heart - even long after my boys will surely grow and begin their own lives. Our jackets wrapped around us because it was actually too chilly to be at the beach; the sand was cold under our feet and our toes were almost numb after the time there upon it. How, then, can gazing upon this memory leave my heart and soul so warm?
I relish this day when the sun shone bright on the emerald sea and my boys believe their right at the edge of the world. And, they are, I suppose. Their young lives have adventure in their future. May they always embrace the chilly temperature to play under the sun in the sand - and may they always leave their footprints upon the sand of their worlds.
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