We went to Boston for the weekend, where we got to visit with our son's family. One of the children is a baby we had not met for the first several months of his life. We were so delighted to become acquainted with him, as well as spending time with the rest of the family.
Because they rely solely on public transit, we walked, rode buses and trains, and took a couple of Uber rides. I am thinking of walking to work from now on if the weather is nice. The only problem is that it will require rising a half hour earlier than I do now. I have to fight Mr. Night Owl even more if I am going to do that.
We went to the beach. I decided not to be self-conscious in my Hawaii-explosion swimsuit that I picked up at Walmart recently. I just went right out in the water and hung out with the kids, helped build a sandcastle, picked up a few shells, and had a great time. At the end of the time, I stood there in the warm ocean breeze with the sun on my shoulders and the sand under my feet, and I felt good. I felt genuinely good, and happy inside. Some things just feel right, you know?
I didn't even know there were beaches in Boston, though in theory I did know that it was a harbor city...I only wish one thing. I wish that the beach name started with a B, because I could have added it to the alliteration in my title.
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