Beach

Last year when I told my dad I had decided to skip my annual beach trip, he was visibly surprised and disappointed for me.  He knows I love the trip, and that I make it every year, with good friends.  I look back and wonder if he thought I thought something would go wrong and that is why I decided to stay.  But it was not.  I just wanted to be with him.  The beach could wait.  And it did.....here I am.  It was of course the right decision.  This morning I thought, it's a strange feeling to be grateful to be here, because of course a big part of me still wishes I was there, with him.  I'll try not to over think it and just enjoy my waves.