The sweetness of love...
Second time around for dad -- I see him so gently holding Marian's hand as they walk down the stairs to the beach.
Later, it seems almost like spying... They are sitting on a driftwood log, leaning into each other. Telling secrets? Who knows. Maybe sweet words of love. Maybe just keeping the wind off each other.
My heart fills-- with happiness for dad and Marian, and also with sadness for me. When is my time?
