Bless the Lord, oh my soul!

There is nothing--nothing, mind you--better than slathering four bodies in sunscreen. The smell--summer in a bottle, I tell you. Memories of warmth and the slightly sticky, familiar feel. The bodies--which range from long and lanky to chubby and soft, willing and wriggling under my hands. The anticipation--water! sand! friends! This is the good life. Thank you for today, Lord.