Sandy and salt covered, we’d search the ocean floor; it was just what we did- linger a few minutes longer before returning from the tiny island. We’d hang over the side, our eyes searching for treasures below. She would search with an intensity I’d wonder what did she really see- what was she really looking for?
The squeal of delight told us all she had found for what she was searching. The brave one would scoop the treasure and without hesitation, she’d reach into the net to greet whatever it held. The hermit crabs would crawl over the palm of her hand and the crabs would stare her down- daring her to move in closer. She’d hold them, only for a moment, and with a kiss would send them back to the sea and was done. Satisfied, she’d pull her knees up to her chin as we’d head to shore.
I pray as you linger over these last few moments of summer, you find yourself knees to chin, satisfied by treasures discovered.