I'm not sure if it's all the wedding talk or just the fact that
Spring was my favorite season as a child, but I've been feeling a little
melancholy the last few days. Lots of little things have been making me cry.
Many would say "it's about time" since I pride myself in not
crying...neither here nor there, I needed a little pick me up. Andre and I went
to the beach where my father took me so many times as a child. Then, I was the
child and he led me under the shade tree and reminded me the importance of
listening and taught me to respect the water and the waves because they are
both beautiful and dangerous. The tree is larger now, but it has stood the test
of time. This morning, I was the parent and reminded my son of the very same
things that were told to me at his age.
And then we played...with rocks, sticks,
shells, water, our imaginations and our shadows. Most importantly, we laughed.
We laughed long and hard, we laughed until our sides ached and our mouths hurt.
Then we laughed some more. I understand that my Daddy cannot be with me, but
boy does it bring me joy to know that his words, his wisdom, and his love are being
carried on to the next generation. Some people may go to a house or a head
stone when they feel they need to go back to where they came from, but in this
family, we flock to the water like seagulls longing for their home. We are tied
to it and the water quenches something deep within us.
May your paths be abundantly filled with
lemons, sugar, and sunshine!
~Crystal
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