Honey, let's move here.

Wednesday afternoon. We decided to take the kids down to Newport, just to spend a few hours. One of the perks when you live in Southern California is that the beach is open all year. And you actually get to enjoy it, whether it's Christmas time, or February.

As we were strolling down people's front yard (which, happens to be the sand,) Benny turned to me, in his matter-of-fact tone, "Honey, let's try to move down here before we move back (East.)

I: Sure. (Looking at one of the houses.) But there is no yard.
He: When we can live here, we won't need a yard. If I can wake up everyday to see this (the sand, the sea, Catalina not so far away.)

I: Sure. Let's move here. One day.

Most likely, this dream would never come true. But we will always remember our conversations that day, and the beautiful blue sky, the friendly beach goers, the nice restaurants, and the small yet welcoming homes that have no yards.

this, would be our front yard.