this july 4th,
in celebration of all things american-like
tim and i took a wild swing outside the zone,
and went to the beach.
no restaurants. no shopping. no parties.
now, i grew up "on the beach".
my grandparents always lived on one island or another
(st croix, st. simons, etc.)
so i was a sun n surf baby.
but as i've grown, i've drifted from the grit and glory of these things,
and forgotten how much i missed it.
the sound of the waves,
the dull roar of the beach breeze,
snippets of conversations, laughter, moments from others,
the WEIGHT of the sun on your skin.
i was close to tears at how much i'd missed it.
of course, going with jim and lyle didn't hurt.
i walked down the beach by myself,
much the way my grandfather and i did when i was little,
not speaking, just absorbing.
granted, i felt like i was being followed . . .
turned out it,
in more expected vanity,
this is what i was most thankful for on july 4th:
that three years later,
after losing 57 pounds through diet and exercise,
i had pretty much kept it off.
not a model body,
but damn proud to be at the beach,
in this shape,
coming up on my next birthday.
happy independence day, kidlets.