Grace Comes and Goes

by rsbakker

We stayed in Detroit the night of the tenth because our flight to Mexico left so early the morning of the eleventh.  I turned on CNN at about 3AM.

Oboy.

We shared a beachfront villa on the Yucatan with some friends from New Hampshire. Every morning our daughter would wake up, stare at the dawn-burnished sea climbing the windows and cry out, Wooooooooo!

Beers in the sun. Babies laughing and squealing in the sand. Crazy good Mexican food. Adventures on narrow dirt roads. All-encompassing torrents of water and landfill. Smoking reactors. Nightvision explosions.

Death on the television.

Life and tanned children.

Gratitude.