Oh, the love.

We've arrived in Savannah and are staying at a beach house, where TM's "sleeping" on a futon on the other side of the wall from where I'm doing my work. My mom and brother (and his girlfriend) are upstairs and away, watching television and walking on the beach. This is paradise.

TM knows I'm close by. When I told her I was doing my work just 10 feet away, she said, Okay, mom, but if I call for you you hear me, okay? Could I love her any more? Not possible.

We spent the entire afternoon and early evening on the beach, wading in tidal pools (her) and soaking in the breeze and memories of a lifetime of summers at this beach (me).