I wrote a post a few days ago. About sin and a book I read.
But I’m tired of writing about sad things. I’m tired of trying to make sense of all the sadness.
So that’s why I’m not going to publish that post, and instead, I’m going to talk about my day at the beach.
It feels a little bit like the perfect job – babysitting – when I can take them to the beach all day, sit in the sun, and top it off with some yummy ice cream at the end.
It’s hard to remember, on days like this, that I’ll have to move on eventually.
The beauty in the day and the sun on my skin was amazing, and for that I am grateful.