It was a Happy Easter

The morning was dark, the air cool and smelling of salt.  We, that spouse o' mine and I, walked down to the sandy beach, in the fog, with only the moon setting to light our way.  Daughter #1 joined us.  We walked along in silence, first on the boardwalk and then in the loose sand.  Fog everywhere.  The waning moon lit ever-so-slightly the way.

Up ahead were two vague figures: a man and a woman.  It looked, through the foggy mist, like he was holding her arm.  Minutes later we caught up with this couple: obviously a calm and loving twosome.  They walked in the loose sand slowly, and I could hear their soft voices as we approached: like doves, cooing.

All of us continued down to the beach, to the waves, and gathered with the rest of the Easter sunrise service.  Thirty minutes of singing and then a brief message and benediction.  I stood facing the ocean the entire time, watching the dolphins play in the surf and the pelicans skimming the surf for food.

The sun came up, the benediction was given, and the gathering dispersed, each group going its way.

My group?  Following that earlier fog-cloaked couple, the cooing twosome in the sand:

My Mom & Dad.

Of whom we are all so proud and whom we all love so tremendously, and the couple I assume we all aspire to be.

It was a happy Easter.