Rhode Island was a sailboat ride with family. It was almost crashing into a small fishing boat on said sail. It was cleaning stains off wedding attire we had worn only one week earlier. It was happily sitting at the kids table again and messing around. It was getting my sister in law to take a shot out of a seashell. It was going up to a cop and pulling his wenis (extra elbow skin). And it was observing love that is new and love that is enduring.