Weekender: Dolphins, Shore

When I was a child I was always thinking how tiresome it was that people would say "Look how BIG you are! Look how you've grown!" "Yes," I would think, "It is what children do." But here I am, grown, and saying such nonsense to children to whom I know better than to say such things. The trouble with loving children very much is that when you see them again and have to leave them again and they have already grown much more than you might have expected them to grow after just a few months, it is like this: "Miss Amanda, your face is very red and you are trying not to cry." "Yes." "It is because you love us." "Yesss."

But before the train home and my head up against the window, hood up (and isn't that how it should be on the train?), there were several very perfect hours spent with very perfect littles at the shore, in which I got to do almost all of the things that are really important in this world. And there were dolphins, spotted by a little in my lap. A little in my lap wrapped in a sweater and warmed by the sun.

{Image via flickr}