Just the other day I shared with y’all about my turtle patrol adventures. It’s an amazing thing to do, and I will be sad when the season comes to a close in a few weeks.
One thing I didn’t share in my last post was the struggle between the damage people do, and the help that we offer back.
For over twenty years, I have gone to the beach like it was my job. I would drag my children there every weekend. Prince Charming knows my favorite date night is to watch the sunset from our beach chairs. I have written of this and I can envision living the rest of my years within reach of such glory.
One sight that has piqued my interest is the staked-off sea turtle nests. My consistent comment was, “I want to do that.” Which was immediately followed with, “How can I do that?” Between children and work, the morning routine barely allowed time for red lights. The sea turtle nests became, “One day I will do that.”
Attending funerals is a part of my job. Sometimes I know the person whose life is being honored. Sometimes I do not. If the service is done well, I leave wishing I had known them better. On rare occasions, I may shed a tear, but mostly Continue reading