We swam in the pool all morning, napped, went back to the pool all afternoon. At dinner she asked if we could go “night swimming.”
It didn’t occur to me to bring floaties or pool toys. The pool was the toy.
She wore the hat I bought for her. For a few minutes anyway.
Every time she walked past the bee-covered rosemary, she’d say, “Oh no! Don’t ting me bee!”
I wandered around in my swimsuit in the mid-day sun, taking arty shots.
It really was that good.