My father-in-law is in the hospital. It didn’t look good for a long time. And everything felt like sh*t.
But then there were afternoons like this one.
Where, after the hospital and talking to doctors and being scared out of our minds, we just kept on driving, to Tappahannock, to a tiny little sliver of a beach where we got out and walked around. Kicked off our shoes and explored.
And the world looked so new. So beautiful. To be outside in it. To be together. To be alive.
After all that death and talk of death and fear of death — even though no one would say the word — we walked the beach and all I could think was bliss.
To be in the moment.
Together.
Alive in it.
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