Every once in awhile, fate smiles upon this little corner of the world.
Instead of seeing raindrops on my window when I wake up, I see blue.
And on those days, we drop everything and head straight for the water.
As Lola shoveled sand into her bucket, James shoveled sand into his mouth.
I won't even attempt to describe the diaper that ensued.
This stuff called sunshine works wonders on the soul.
And my paper while legs...