It has been chilly all week here in FLA and not exactly Spring Break weather. The sun has been out, but it's been windy and chilly nonetheless. So finally, Good Friday, in the mid 80s, we made it to the beach! And so did every other person in Central Florida apparently. It was beautiful and fun and the kids got to play and dig and squeal and run and I got to catch up on some girlfriend time. We saw dolphins and unfortunately this poor guy who beached himself and for whatever reason could not fly. He was pitifully trying to drag himself onto shore with his beak. OMG. How sad! I wondered how long he must have been floating before he washed ashore. Coincidentally, Leila had brought her stuffed pelican to the beach that day, so she went and got it (to keep him company) and we stood guard near this poor fellow until the beach patrol arrived to take him to the animal rescue. I hope he makes it.
Today, my friend called me "a woman of great faith." I had never thought of myself as that before, being non-religious, but I guess I am and it felt kinda nice to be described as such. Good Friday, indeed.