It is Saturday evening.
We visit the shore and play in the sand, and I am thankful for the opportunity to do so.
In considering the many other delightful experiences we explore, I take this moment to notice blessings.
The warmth of sunshine on our bodies.
The grit of sand under our feet and paws.
The love that moves, much like an electrical current through a conduit, from one of us to the other.
The smiles we exchange with the affirmation of fulfillment.
The salty ocean breeze pushing and passing us, over, around, and between, leaving touches of chills and tastes of salt as proof.
The heartfelt memories are filling moments like these, and I am noticing each one.
So often, snippets of soulful seconds push right by without soaking into our skin farther than the March winds.
I find significant amounts of sustenance in these seemingly incidental, everyday moments and my heart is full.
It is Sunday morning and Easter.
The potatoes are boiling atop the stove. Stroodle is resting, alongside my right hip, with four paws pointing toward the heavens and her head stretching over the front edge of the sofa cushion.
Life is better with a dog.
Happy Easter, my dear friends.
He is risen.