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.

Embrace them.

And indulge.

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