The little boys and I have just returned from a merry adventure to the shores of Kitty Hawk and Kill Devil Hills. We went to visit my Mama, their Yaya, in her beachy haven.
For weeks they've been experiencing a nor'easter there. Ocean covered roadways. Dunes migrated.
But we enjoyed a miraculous little window of meteorological perfection. For us, the sun, she shone. Three 65 degree days lined up before us and we basked in them.
We soaked up as much sand and Yaya as we possibly could - oh so salty sweet.
Now we return to these blue mountains to rest, to feast and to be grateful.
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