As most of you know who are either face-to-face or cyber friends, I consider myself to be blessed to live in what feels like paradise to me: Redondo Beach, California, USA. Redondo Beach is not a resort by any means, but to live by the ocean was always a dream. This photo of my eldest son Joe and his son Zach was taken on Friday at the beach at Ave. A and the Esplanade in Redondo Beach. It was a beautiful day and dolphins would occasionally leap out of the water and pelicans were diving straight down. The Santa Monica mountains and the hills of Palos Verdes were crystal clear.
My ex-husband came down and joined the family on the sand to watch Zach and Arlo play tag with the little waves. I was in awe that my first born, Joe, was home and it looks like his four serious surgeries for detached retinas are complete and he is feeling quite well.
The fly in the ointment (but like Ecclesiastes, for every time there is a season), my dog Mollie bit Zach on the cheek later that evening leaving two puncture wounds and a black eye, but Laura, his mom, says he is functioning well during their San Diego weekend. I'm so grateful it wasn't worse and though Mollie has always seemed a mild-mannered dog, Zach was rough housing with her in a situation where she couldn't escape. I'll be far more wary about having her play too roughly with kids in the future, however.
To see more Postcards from Paradise, visit Rebecca at Recuerda mi Corazon.
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