Side by Side at Seaside

They weren’t my children, but two grown women with children of their own.

 Yet their laughter bounced around Seaside, echoing child-like as they sat side by side and wallowed in the joy of just lovin’ the heck out of each other.Sharing their lives, they listened to each other and in the process, they laughed like hyenas on steroids. For me, it was a hoot to watch, but even more fun to listen to.

They weren’t my children, but I loved watching them as if they were.

They made me happy. I didn’t have to see them to feel our shared love -- love as warm as the bright beaming sun on this November day with the waves pounding the beach and the birds soaring overhead and the glittering white sand, freshly washed ashore from places unseen.

And while the waves roared on one side of me, their lingering laughter rose like the tide on the other, leaving pockets of God for me to walk in and wallow in and remind me of Him.

I love my sisters. They aren’t my children, but I love watching them as if they were.      

And God loves watching them, too.