It was just another Friday evening.  It was so perfect and spontaneous.
Kids playing on their bikes.  The skateboard ramp and tree house kept them busy for hours.  A jug of pink lemonade and plastic cups sat at the edge of the porch.
We sat and chatted sitting in old comfy adirondack rockers and sipped on laced drinks.  Laughing together and swatting a bug or two.
The sun was setting behind the palm.  It looked like black daggers against a pink curtain.
Music  made
it feel like a tropical vacation hot spot.
I look at these kids and just love what I see in their faces.  A deep dimple, freckles, shiny tendrils in a messy pony tail, bare feet.  
I realize at that very moment this is my life.
My everything.  It is such a wonderful rush that I want to capture how I see it so I will not forget.
As if I ever would!

Cathy Windham
5/16/17