Four years ago, today,  Jeb got invited to play at his friend’s house, and I got a free afternoon to take a walk on the beach.

It was sunset at my favorite seaside haven.  I was scanning seashells, unwinding, and humming to myself in the September salt air. There was a man in the distance with a rose tattoo on his bicep. When we passed each other on the sand, we exchanged one word: beautiful.

In that moment, the Bohemian entered my life, and the rest unfolded in some fateful play of events that is still mysterious to me.

Each passing instant holds possibilities that we cannot fully understand with our minds. Dreams can come true. Magic can happen.

I don’t need to understand. I’m just staying grateful.