Last night, on the edge of my bathtub, I neatly placed four small seashells. One my daughter found and it’s a perfect circular cream. I watched, several days ago, as she sat, in her new purple suit deep in the sand and took her time, a trait which doesn’t come easily to her, searching out and finding seashell treasures to bring to me, this being one of them. The second treasure on my bathtub, my son discovered, and though it’s not much more than beach rock, it’s a gorgeous smoky gray in color and every time I look at it, I remember his face as he held it proudly in his hardly anymore baby hands, passing it over to me with a proud smile. The third, scalloped shell, I took from the top of a sand castle my boy and I made together and remember the wonderful time we had, just the two of us, buried into our ankles and imagining the sand city we were creating. And the last was an unflawed spiral I found as the four of us walked hand in hand off of the beach together, content and full of sun, sand and love.
They are my seashell treasures, sitting on the side of my bathtub. They are not in a dish, nor organized in any particular way. Perhaps someday I will. Or not. For now, they sit. Tiny and precious treasures, serving as the memories of a beautiful day together.
~K
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