Beneath the Scars

His arms tightened, his lips warm on mine. I could feel his wide smile against my mouth.

A small shout broke us apart, as Matthew pointed to some new curiosity he saw just out of his short reach. “You’re being paged, Daddy.”

Another warm kiss was dropped on my lips and Zachary stood up. “Hold that thought, Mommy.”

I leaned back on the sand, watching my family and smiling, already anticipating the day there would be another little set of legs standing beside Zachary in the low surf. I thought of the years ahead of me, watching my family grow, Zachary and me together.

My smile grew wider.