These are the days that people talk about, the ones that you look back on from a wheel chair and cannot believe that life was so good, well, at least that is what I am planning, minus the wheelchair, nobody plans that shit.
My mom came down to parent Scarlett, Jason was in Vegas for a conference, and two of my dearest friends came into town for three days. “Single Lizzy”. I now realize why I gave her up, she’s abusive and destructive, and a whole lotta fun. One of the things I love about living in a place that is basically a 24/7 vacation is that when people come to visit they are the most fun, they are in “vacation mode”. I took them to Magen’s Bay, one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, came home to a Momma made meal, too many cocktails, and stayed up too late. I love too much, well, until we had to be out the door for a boat trip to the British Virgin Islands at 6:00 in the morning. In spite of sleep deprivation and liver failure the boat ride was beautiful, The Baths are incredible, Pussers for lunch, and the Soggy Dollar, these are all places that hold my heart, and I was so thrilled to share it with my people. Going somewhere is amazing, but taking people you love somewhere and showing them something they may never have seen without you is magical.
We came home in time to shower and left again to have an exquisite meal at THIRTEEN, still, my favorite restaurant on the island. They left the next day. I’m so grateful that so many of my chosen family and family make the time to come share my life with me.
The next week our beloved neighbors had 9 of their closest childhood friends come from Pittsburg and Detroit. I always say that there is something about time that makes a friendship turn into a familyship, and they are a family. They hadn’t been together in over a decade, but I couldn’t tell. They welcomed us in and it felt like we had known them forever. We cooked and ate, and talked, and then the music came out. The mandolin and guitar, the singing, and the remembering of words long ago sung, but some songs are ingrained in us as fibers. Artists in all forms, open and free, and there lies the magic. That. is. Magic.
My momma left again, flying back to the grey tundra, there is always a void when she is not here, she. is. magic.
We went to the beach for the first time in weeks just as a family, we walked down a pathway at Magen’s bay and went clear down to the end, we have just discovered this part, as we have obviously been too lazy to explore every part of this beach that we are at at least once a week normally. What ever, it is beautiful, the sand is really soft, and you can see the entire water’s edge of the mile long beach, and it’s quiet. Every now and again you get a beach walker from the main part, but other than that, it was mostly ours. The three of us just laid there still and listened to the sounds of the ocean, breeze, and birds, and I think as parents these are the times that we want to just make time stop, soak it all in, laying together on the beach counting her eye lashes, and smelling her sun kissed skin, these are the magical times.