Yoga…

Doc Solly, Miss, and I are headed to, you guessed it, Yoga class. This is a first for all three. Tay and little Benny are continuing their beauty sleep while doc and I embarrass ourselves alongside my bride. Miss will be FM, baby. Years of dance aerobics, oodles of natural coordination, and a body rhythm make me confident of how she’ll do and reticent for yours truly.

Yesterday, we ran together on the beach, enjoyed Church with Chet, wrote in our journals, played in the pool, enjoyed three meals together, spoke, listened, and laughed. Yesterday doc, Miss, and I did a little 3P together too. Yesterday, Miss and I held hands and “snuck” into a beautiful beach home for sale and just kinda imagined a future here. Yesterday, Miss and I met a comfort retriever and melted. Yesterday, young Benny made the mistake of leaving the dinner table for a restroom break mid meal. He came back to a salty toast and an even saltier water. We laughed all the way home.

Yesterday was simple and searing. Today is beginning similarly. I hear doc and the boys stirring so I gotta go get a stretch in before Miss turns me all kinda pretzel like on the beach. It couldn’t be a better beginning to a Monday, unless of course Kritttttttt were here.

Always better with my Krits. Always…