We had so many perfect days on Martha’s Vineyard this summer. So many moments of watching Henry stand on his head looking through his chubby little legs for a new view, watching Annabelle play mermaid, watching George swim while holding both kids in his arms, watching the fog roll out, the magic hour purple roll in, the sailboats float in the mist, walking barefoot through the woods on the powdery white sand, flowers dripping in the trees, telling Annabelle stories of Bigfoot and Fairies, the reflection of the sunlight on the water making the air sparkle–so much magic, so much joy. So many moments of me thinking this is it, this must be what heaven is like, at least this is heaven to me.
