Adventure

I needed a good coffee.

After all, I'd left the movie theatre in tears.

Last night we saw UP, by Disney Pixar. I believe Walt Disney would be proud to see his name once again connected with quality work after a long era of substandard entertainment.

UP has the humor and sweetness for kids with an incredible plot line (yes, a real plot line) and life lesson for adults. I haven't cried so much (in a good way) since Forrest Gump. (As a side note, the action in 3-D may be a bit intense for little ones, so you may go with the 2-D version.)

Before the movie, Hubs asked if we wanted snacks. I passed on the $3.00 box of Snow Caps. (In all honesty, I don't even know the price of Snow Caps these days. I'm just guessing they were $3.00 a box. At that rate, there should be a Willy Wonka golden ticket tucked inside.)

So I decided to spend wisely (ahem) and wait for a $4.00 coffee.

When the movie was over, we stopped at Starbucks, and headed back to our condo. There were a few moments of daylight left, so we walked to the beach.

I stood there in the surf, flip flops off, with latte in hand and said to Hubs, "Oh, no. I've become a yuppie."

All I needed was a very small dog and a J. Crew catalog.

He assured me that I was not. We laughed and continued to walk.

I held my husband's hand and watched my daughter scurry for shells as the sun was already setting behind high rises and family vacation homes. I thought of Carl and Ellie.

Of adventure.

For most of us, adventure comes in packages of newborn baby blankets, ten year wedding anniversaries, and boxes of mac n' cheese.

It greets us at the door when we get home from work. It draws cards for us on Mother's Day.

It wakes us up in the night with an ear infection. It makes us weep at a grave.

It washes away on a sandy shore. It drives away for college.

We walked. I held my husband's hand, the moon now high, and thought of all my everyday adventures.

And that someday, maybe, I'll even get a very small dog.

Shhhh... don't tell Maggie.