I'm working spring break. Long story. In an effort to give my children and myself a vague memory of a getaway, we went to the beach for the weekend. Despite the rain, it was magical.
  1. I looked over and my oldest two had their arms around each other, chatting, on a hammock
    They were not fighting. There was no wrestling. Miracle.
  2. I felt the sun on my face and the sand in my toes
    I grew up near the beach. I miss it sometimes.
  3. I watched my middle child not just tolerate and art museum, but embrace it. Study the paintings. Chat about their meaning.
    The oldest has declared we are never gong to an art museum ever again. You win some, you lose some. In related news, the Dali museum in St. Pete is awesome.