My daughter pulled on my beach cover-up and said quietly, ‘Mommy, Daddy Told Me Not to Tell You What He and Uncle Jim Did in Our Hotel Room’

a lopsided sandcastle into shape, and I felt my shoulders finally drop. This vacation had been circled on our calendar since spring.

“You’re on vacation.”

My husband stretched out on the lounger beside me, sunglasses pushed up in his hair.

“She’s going to want that castle to survive the tide,” he murmured.

“She’ll cry when it doesn’t,” I said, smiling.continue reading …