Sitting on the deck of the Nags Head cottage. The last 24 hours were spent with my first born, just Dad and his little girl.
The two of us sat on the beach, swam in the ocean, watched a wicked thunderstorm roll through and then out to sea, stared at a mesmerizing clouded moon/lightning storm over the ocean, ate shrimp and crab, drank beers and seltzers, reminisced, talked about life and how funny/sad/amazing it is, imparted what passed for wisdom (me), grinned and tolerated it (her), listened to our favorite tunes from her youth, told stories, played cards and then beer pong (her request) (with water cups), expressed how important the other is in our lives, and said goodnight.
And then goodbye, as she woke up and drove off to go be a college student starting this week.
In a weird circle of life thing, out of nowhere my Dad is currently driving down from Va Beach to visit the beach house where he spent the 80's and early 90's getting wild with my late stepmom. He's with his new bride, a wonderful human who has in many ways rejuvenated him. And he gets to come down for the first time in many years and impart some wisdom on his son while feasting on fresh seafood and drinking blended cocktails with family by the seaside.
Life... she gets me misty sometimes, but she ain't bad at all.
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