Saying goodbye sucks, frankly.
Goodbye, lovely beach.
Goodbye sea oats.
Goodbye sand.
The sand I'll miss
when it's between my toes.
Not so much
when it's elsewhere.
Goodbye water boy.
Except when you're in the redneck pool.
Goodbye pensive boy.
Except when you're thinking about other stuff.
Goodbye boogie boards.
Goodbye dancing boys and girls.
We'll miss you perhaps most of all.
What with your completely unself-conscious ways...
... of dancing on the beach...
... and doing calisthenics...
... and putting it all out there...
... for us timid island people
too ashamed to shake it
on the sands.
Goodbye Elizabeth and Bob and twins.
Until next year.
Same time.
Same place.
Goodbye week 52.
Thank you, Lord, for the blessings of being here.
And for the opportunity
to make choices to bless others.
I don't think we did anything huge
on a grand miracle-working scale.
But we felt your love pour through us
as we went about our business.
And we gladly let it shine.
Thank you, dear Lord,
for this amazing week.
Please keep us and help us
to feel this love
in the next 51 weeks
till we are back here again.
A good reminder for me to cherish the last of these "52" before I dive back into the next year.
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