We were listening to The Beatles White Album. I hear the song While My Guitar Gently Weeps. Martha My Dear.…Martha my dear hold your head up, you silly girl. Look what you’ve done. When you find yourself in the thick of it. Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you, silly girl…
The beach looks and feels different on Padre Island than Corpus Christi. Someone’s flying a kite. There seems to be more space. It’s calming. Until the girls in bikinis park close and the boys act like idiots, shot down and obvious.



I felt weak
I could barely dig
He jumped into the water
He swam in the ocean
The mud was like lava flowing
Milk chocolate pudding
Or chocolate frosting

And then I heard the song Blackbird.


Today is a special day.




I asked him 



















So have an extra piece of ice cream cake for me. I know you can beat my behind at Guitar Hero and Texas Hold Em. But remember who can play the real guitar, huh? And John is still the reigning Monopoly king. 




The beach is one of those places I feel at peace.

I wish I could make your favorite chocolate cheesecake, and sing. (I know I’m sparing you that). I wish I could see the look on your face when you unwrap the present I made you. Instead I'm going to embarrass you with photographs. 



