Sunday, December 27th
Although I wanted to cry when Jon woke me up, there was no denying that we should take advantage of the sunny sky. We piled into the car with an urn of coffee, stopped at a pastry shop along the way, and went to the beach.
Is that a shell? Or a chocolate pastry?
Jubilee started collecting sticks again.
Zephyr kept asking Jon to help him build a sand castle, getting distracted, then coming back
and getting annoyed when Jon hadn't been slaving away at it.
They didn't get too far.
Zephyr shows Godfather Alan how he can write his name in the sand.
Small person, big world.
Alan and Vincent asked if we wanted to go for a walk with them, but Jon and I declined. For one, the kids rarely get to play along the sea shore, and they were so happily entertaining themselves, we wanted to let them soak it up. But also, Jon and I were really feeling the time difference that morning. We stood on the sand, watching a sports team of some kind as they sprinted up and down the beach and did calisthenics. "I'm exhausted at a cellular level," Jon said. "I know," I told him. "It's like every fiber of my body is screaming out in painful protest." As much as we wanted to run and play on the beach, the most we could muster was to keep ourselves upright and our eyes open. I'm grateful the kids seem to adjust much more easily.
Zephyr had a lengthy game of "tag" with the waves:
Eventually, we left the beach to go to a Chinese restaurant, then stopped by a grocery store on our way home. The evening proceeded as usual- cava in the hot tub, dinner, and then Jubilee fell asleep on the couch:
Zephyr fell asleep very shortly afterwards, and then followed the best night of sleep yet. They both slept pretty much straight through until 11 the next morning. Jon slept from about 11pm,-11am, and although I stayed up a bit later, I still clocked in a good night. It was wonderful beyond words.
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