talking and running and seeing shark hearts.

Jessic! Come here! Ollie yelled, while standing in the surf.

And once I got to where he was, he pointed to something at his feet.

Shark heart, Ollie said, quite seriously.
I saw a picture of one in a book, he explained, and it’s the same thing.

And sure enough, it certainly did look like one.

Though, goodness knows I’m no expert.

Luckily I have a nephew that is an expert on shark hearts.

I nodded gravely and did what any self-respecting aunt would do: I made him smile and pose next to the shark heart. Cause yes, that’s what you call a photo op.

And today we all took off our shoes and let the sand work its magic on our toes.

This was after I went on a run with my niece, Lyric, though. We had quite a talk, too. I asked her if she had any questions about what has happened to me. She told me that she actually knows a lot about it. And that I deserve better. No arguments here. It was a good conversation and the term turdly turd may have been thrown around, but I cannot quite remember. I do remember that we laughed, however. And once we stopped laughing we talked about forgiveness and how important it is and how bitterness turns a life ugly eventually.

And nobody has time for that, I think.