We rented a house, 

a newish house, but small, a cottage, 

on the beach. The ocean 

was right there, a short walk, 

across a small two-lane and a dune. Not far. 

In the morning we gathered 

our sunblock, of course, and hats, 

and our beach chairs and books and towels, 

a cooler with snacks and drinks, 

pails and shovels, and walked down. 

Kimberly forgot her device, 

so Mike went back to get it, which was sweet. 

It was a beautiful day, 

it couldn't have been nicer. 

Max had to pee. We told him he could go in the water,

but he didn't want to, so Mike

took him back to the cottage, which was sweet,

and it really was better 

because he came back with Kimberly's goggles, 

which somehow had been left behind. 

It was warm, so Mike 

rented an umbrella, which was sweet. 

The kids ate their snacks in the shade 

while Mike rented a body-board, 

but the kids thought it would be better 

if they each had their own, 

so Mike took care of that. 

He's very sweet. 

Then Kimberly had to go, 

so Mike took her back to the cottage, 

which was sweet. 

He did get a little angry 

when Max swallowed some salt water 

and wanted to go home. 

Mike really is very sweet. 

So we decided we would all go back 

and eat lunch, which was a good idea. 

Mike returned the umbrella and the body-boards, 

which was sweet, 

because we didn't know 

if we would go to a movie after lunch. 

We thought we might. 

Max wanted to be carried because the sand was hot 

and it stuck between his toes 

and made his flip-flops hurt when he walked. 

So Mike carried him, which was sweet. 

Kimberly forgot her goggles, 

so Mike went back to get them, 

which was very sweet. 

Then we ate lunch. We love the beach.