Yesterday, we spent a perfect day together at the beach. You seemed a little muffed when I suggested leaving at 8am, so I pushed it to 8:30, which ended up being closer to 9:15. As my mother's daughter, my first instinct was to think "we're behind schedule!", but the longer we're together, the more I'm realizing how much better it is to forget the "schedule" and just live in the moment on these little trips that we take just the two of us.
Yesterday, we lounged, we walked, we ate, and we talked. My favorite parts of the day were probably the three miles we walked on the beach and the six hours we spent in the car. That seems like a long distance and a lot of time, but those types of things always seem to fly right by when I'm with you. I loved asking each other silly questions like "What saying would you like to put into 1,000 fortune cookies?" and singing songs together from our road trip playlist.
I loved everything about yesterday. I hope I remember it forever.