i did not get a picture of it

but what a delightful joy. watching my four sons swim and play in the sand. dev doing his magic trick of making a cup appear out of the sand, making water blow out of his nose, and explaining how sunglasses can be like goggles.  deac flipping and laying on my lap. ev splashing like a madman and swimming proper at the age of two. ezra is such a bully but is afraid of so much...he was so proud of himself for getting his face wet. and me sitting in the shallow water as each boy in turn comes to sit with me for a moment before going back to play.  that is my home. not place, not city, not house. those children are home.