With all of us all over the place, I got to thinking about this photo (I'm guessing it's from some kind of Instamatic) and this period of our lives:
Easter 1989 in St. Augustine.
Gannet had abandoned the practice of law to become a fulltime mom-at-home. The Guys were five and in Montessori school; The Lovely Daughter was two and full of glee; life that week, judging by the photo album, was primarily about The Beach: sand castles and super-squirters.
What I remember most: being filled to overflowing with a constant sense of sheer joy.