We walked to the beach.
He rode what he called "the big waves" with his Dad.
They built sand castles.
Ella too little for the waves but beaming, smiling, radiant, held by all.
A magical sunset.
Warm colours.
Red, orange, yellow, blue, white.
The gray cool sand.
The fading blue sky and the clouds.

We were a small tribe.
La Familia.
Loyal, with deep roots, there for one another.
Parker and Ella, our guests of honor.
Alana and KB, their proud parents and guides.
Pat and Bob, here from Florida, their advocates and champions.
MA and I, trying to be good hosts like Mom and Dad.

All of us celebrating the small gifts of this good day.