The kid-who’s-almost-not-a-kid-anymore and I raced west last night in hopes of catching the sun drop into the Gulf of Mexico. We made it!
We were in one of our usual spots—Indian Rocks Beach, straight west of Tampa—and the sunset was glorious, as it so often is in this part of Florida.
The camera was a little cumbersome for Rebecca, since her left arm is in a cast, the result of trying to learn to surf a few weeks ago on Florida’s East Coast. But she figured out a way to maneuver the zoom ring and was all-in for the shoot.
There was a bit of unexpected drama on the sand, as we found ourselves steps from a marriage proposal in progress. It was quite the scene, when just as the sun dipped below the horizon, a glittering ring materialized and the couple kissed. Maybe a hundred people on the beach to watch the sunset broke into applause. Even though no one was close enough to hear the words, we all got the upshot.
I am in Florida to celebrate (a few days early) an important milestone in Rebecca’s life, her 18th birthday. It’s startling for me to realize that next week, she will achieve the “age of majority.” She keeps telling me she doesn’t feel like she’s 18.
Here’s to adulthood to my little girl.