Three kids at school. Baby boy at the grandparents.Five hours.
We have been stealing off to the beach.
Just us, chairs, towels, burritos, and books.
Like two careless, carefree, twenty year olds.
With no kids, no jobs, no responsibilities, no electric bills, no broken washing machines.
Twenty year olds who have nothing better to do than spend five lazy hours watching waves, reading, dreaming.
Being fake twenty is so awesome. Even if only for a few hours.
(P.S. I just started reading The Book Thief. By page two I was hooked. By page ten I was weeping. It is beautiful and painful. I cannot wait to see where it goes.)