Page 7 of The Shell Collector
“Yes, I am. The luckiest mommy in the world to have you two.” She wrangled both kids in for a family hug. “It’s supposed to be cooler today. Want to take Denali down on the beach?”
“Yes!” They both bounced, which excited Denali. He leaped up, then nudged his nose under Hailey’s hand for more attention.
“Go change into your swimsuits, and I’ll pack breakfast to take with us.”
Jesse took off for his room, but Hailey started filling a tote bag with cups and plastic takeout containers. She was planning to design a sandcastle worthy of a princess.
“You have to carry that over the dune, Hailey-bug. Don’t make it too heavy.”
Hailey gave the bag a test lift, then removed a couple of things. She raised it again. “I can carry this much.”
“Bring it back too?”
Hailey took one more thing out, looking satisfied.
“Good deal. Go put on your swimsuit and bring a hat.”
Amanda made peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches, cut into fourths, the way they liked them, then tucked them and frozen juice boxes into her bag. She’d quickly figured out how to eliminate carrying a cooler. Even a small one was too much to lug over the dune with everything else they required for a few hours on the sand.
“Y’all ready to roll?” Amanda called out.
Both kids came skidding down the hall.
“Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’.” Jesse marched through the kitchen, wearing his western straw hat and stars-and-stripes swim trunks.
Amanda hoisted the straps of her beach chair onto her back, then grabbed her tote bags. The kids ran past her out the front door with Denali. They waited for her at the gate of the white picket fence that outlined the perimeter of their postage-stamp lot.
She unlatched the gate. Hailey and Jesse, holding hands, started running up what they liked to call the mountain. It had been the perfect spot for watching the fireworks display earlier in the week. The kids were fascinated by the colors even if the bangs scared them every single time. Independence Day was a milestone for her, too, this year. She’d have to be brave, stay strong, and endure.
They made it over the dune in record time and unloaded everything far enough back from the waterline that the tide wouldn’t force them to move, something they’d learned the hard way after chasing towels and toys into the surf one afternoon.
Amanda spread out a sheet. “Let’s eat breakfast before you play, okay?”
Hailey and Jesse each nibbled on a quarter of a sandwich but were more interested in getting down to the water.
“Is this enough for now, Mom?” Hailey asked.
Jesse climbed to his feet.
“Sure. Go play,” Amanda said. “I’ll save these for later.”
Hailey grabbed her bag of tools and ran down to the water. Jesse and Denali caught up to her and began digging like crazy. Sand flew in the air, left and right.
Denali ran halfway up the beach with his tongue hanging out but then turned and went back for more. The kids squealed and giggled as he chased them in and out of the ankle-deep surf.
The pooch tuckered out quickly and sprawled out on the sheet next to Amanda. She poured water into a bowl for him, which he ignored, but then he gave her a lazy wink she took as a thank-you.
Hailey ran back up, settling her hands on her hips. “Mom, make Denali come play.”
“Give him a break, Hailey-bug. Look, he’s worn out.” The dog’s tongue lolled out to the side.
“Okay. I’ll show Jesse how to draw hearts and flowers.”
“Excellent. That sounds fun.” Amanda dug through her beach bag and pulled out two spoons. “Here. You can use these.”
“Yay!” Hailey jetted off toward the surf, a willing Jesse following her wherever she went.
They moved near the water, and Hailey started giving orders. She was bossy for a six-year-old, or maybe all six-year-olds were. Amanda didn’t really have anyone to compare her to. But fortunately Jesse didn’t seem to mind being bossed about. He’d been born with a chill personality. Never crying. In fact, for a while she’d wondered if something was wrong with him. He was so different from Hailey. Amanda hoped he’d never change.
