|Sandcastles on the Vineyard|
When we get home, the house phone is ringing. We are not used to hearing it ring. It's my mother, making plans to spend the morning with her grand-daughter. The boys and I will paint the porch trim first thing. Later, we have a tee-time of 2:30p.m. at Farm Neck; it's my father's membership. He will be happy to host his son and grandsons.
The kids and I are all ready for bed by eight o'clock. Our house is so small that, when I read to Sarah - Madeline - the boys hear every word. I couldn't help noticing neither of them had iPhone headphones tucked in their ears. Sarah falls asleep before I finish one page. I plan to get up and call Julia, but I fall asleep myself. When I wake up next, it's after eleven. I walk the dog, lock up the house and turn off the lights. The boys share the bunk-bed room. Seeing them stretched out in their boxers and tee shirts, I am filled with a deep sense of affection and gratitude. Purity bring such light.
In the morning, before I take Sarah to my mother's, we will stop at Mocha Mott's, get bagels and drinks, then head to Eastville Beach. We will built a multi-level sand castle. We can easily do all that before 9 a.m.. I love my children with a complexity and an intensity that I never imagined existed. The Vineyard gives us time to live that love without the distraction of the school.