The girls are all elsewhere so for the first time in forever so ... it's just us.
Somewhere between exhaustion and relief, we sit with our feet propped in the chairs at the dining room table and catch up.
I mean we catch each other up all the time but that's just the facts without the feelings ... now is time to get behind the facts ... which is where the truth lives.
Working your way through facts is tough and it takes time which luckily we have ... for the moment.
"Why do we worry so much about things?" my wife asks. "I mean things can always be better but they're pretty great!"
"I think so," I reply intensely staring at her blue eyes for the first time in too long.
Going on to explain how we're going to handle this but put off handling that, Sarah concludes, "We just need to enjoy the now ... and we'll get to the later."
What I think she means is ... in 9 years Cassidy, our youngest, will likely move out ... clearing the way for us to move to an island more Tropical and open up a ... something or another.
It'll be a place that doesn't have winter.
I passionately hate winter and curse the cold with everything I have inside of me.
We'll find a beach shack with an air conditioned bedroom because Sarah likes it cold when she sleeps but rest of the place will be open windows and sea breezes.
It'll have two bedrooms so a kid or two can visit any time they can figure out to get there.
We love our children and are always happy when they visit.
We'll be able to afford it because we'll save a ton on clothes.
Given the fact we'll live on an isolated beach, I'll play music at night ... ending around 10 ... because they'll be no real musicians nearby ... so I can draw a crowd.
Sarah will make it all work out because she's brilliant that way.
Always an early riser, I'll kiss the top of her head while she sleeps in the air conditioned bedroom in the shack ... fix a cup of coffee ... get Goddess who I pray is still alive in 9 years ... and comb the beach.
We'll be looking for sand dollars.
They're the only kind we have these days.
She smiles and assures me, "We'll get there."
"Outstanding," I smile.
After all ... we are Sand Dollar Millionaires.
