Oh, these cuties! These have such a grip on my heart. Two very different and distinct little souls connected by genes and by love.
This past week found them digging in the sand, petting the ponies, catching fish in the cove, finding crab claws...and sometimes an entire crab, still alive and kicking.
25 plus years ago, their mom and dad roamed the same streets and beaches, doing so many of the same things. Twit #2's mom married her husband on the beach here. Chincoteague calls all of us home to our souls and hearts.
We came to heal when we lost our mother. We've come to heal when family drama or life drama explodes in some fashion. We've watched the monarchs dance near the waves as they head toward home.
I've been thinking about connections a lot. Just a few days before the beach, we connected and reconnected with my husband's family. We swapped stories with cousins not seen for 50 years, while sons, daughters, and grandchildren giggled...or sometimes rolled their eyes.
We showed Twit#1 where Grandpa went to church and to school, where he hopped on his bike and rode to the nearest bakery for that night's dinner's bread. We met and got to know my husband's step family, all of them welcoming us into their lives with open hearts and smiles.
My eldest learned that someone long before him worked with wood, much the same as he does now. He learned that the men in his family are known for their keilbasa and spaghetti sauce recipies, much the same as he and his dad are known for their cooking now.
Circles connecting us all, ever expanding to make room for new family, who poured over old, faded photos, searching for resemblances.
Circles of love. Circles repeating.
I wouldn't have it any other way.