The grandest granddaughter shrieks, ” He’s here. My uncle’s here.” Blonde hair flying she runs to the door of the rented home in Cape May, NJ. Daughter and I beam and hug each other. My youngest son, her brother has made his way, a 6 hour trip, to spend one day and a night to be with us. At the beach. And what a day. Daughter clicked away with her iphone thingy-makes me nuts, folks-to capture every blink of an eye, splash of a wave. Devotion of ocean is what we share-the four of us. Fond, funny memories of vacations past like the time their Dad’s swim trunks were tugged down by a serious wave and he mooned the beach. Ah well. See you next time, sweet time, family time.