A vacation morning
Fee was napping
And the rest of the crew was out on a bike ride (papa boom has a Hazel sized seat on the back of his ride)
Here I sat, on our terrace - reading my book (Gone Girl) and watching the waves. It was the most peaceful hour I have had in a year or so. The most peaceful, by far.
And then Fee woke up.
And Hazel came home - brimming with stories of drinking juice out of a coconut (with a straw!) and the hand-braided butterfly bracelet Papa bought her from a beachfront vendor (look mom!)
The quiet time I spent reading my novel was so so nice.
But I think I prefer non-fiction delivered by my pint-sized raconteur.