Mine followed the hoard running toward the hotel pool, super soakers cocked, walls waiting for water blasts.
Late check-in, the pool’s soon closing.
Husband takes his once-ever turn at watching them splash; my body says no swimming tonight.
Five minutes after we split ways, a text.
“Lord of the Flies up in here.”
I smile. Him hating the pool, wet humidness, kids screaming.
Almost a year ago, another hotel pool ushered in cancer news.
Music played loud and happy in the car that day too.
Family weekend ahead, he gives me this hour.
I embrace it.
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