Marshall

We had a blissful weekend. Saturday was so blissful, in fact, that we missed all of our doctor's appointments with the kids. I kept going over how much I loved having OBLIGATION FREE Saturdays. It seems I kept going over it because I was trying to remember something... ah well.

We had dinner in the park with friends on Saturday and headed up to Marshall on Sunday. It was perfect. It's where we got married and is such a place of abundance and beauty for us.

Cole insisted I join him in the hot attic to play. We ate pretend cookies and tea and the pretended to sleep, read a book, looked out the window at the water. "What's your favorite part of Marshall," I asked. "Everything." said Cole and he's not the type to overstate anything. "Like what, for example," I said. "The water. The boats. The pretend cookies. The fish. Poppy. Grandma. Everything," he repeated.

Cole went out on the row boat with Tom. The sea lions have been brought into Tomales Bay by El Nino and are jumping up on the boats and even sinking them. Tom and Cole rowed around and looked at a few on the boats. Cole declared that he wanted to stay on the water forever. I know the feeling. We share that. I don't get the mountain thing. They're pretty from far away, but I feel at home when I can see the water.

George followed Grandma around talking constantly. They waded into the water and ended up in a splashing fight that got them wet up to their chests, shoes and all.

As Adeline happily went down for her nap, she blissfully said to Tom, "I'm going to sleep in Marshall." When the boys were gone, she grabbed some cuddle time with Grandma.

We went to see the ducks next door. A few of our Berkeley friends have chickens so they are used to the concept. They chased the ducks into the duck house. Then all three went and got a treat from the store with Poppy. They came back with candy bars larger than themselves. Poppy also took them fishing. We could see them on the pier from the porch with the sun reflecting off the water around them. Every time one of them would reel in a fish (which seemed to be about every 2 minutes, big green speckled sardines) the boys would do a fish happy dance and then run down the pier and back in mock terror. 

Cole wanted to eat his. He wanted to eat his and eat George's. George got very quiet and sad. he admitted that he was sad for the fish, and even though he tried a bite of Cole's, he wasn't sure he wanted to eat his. We took it home in a bag with ice. He wanted to keep it in his room... even if it is dead. I managed to convince him that the fridge is fine. for now. 

It was a happy, happy day. We needed it. We're saving all of those delicious memories for some rainy days to come.

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[Babu]

wish I could have shared the moments. Can just see it all.