Standing at the edge of the world...

(Pre-script: To get the most out of this post, please go down to the playlist, click on the song"Closer, by Joshua Radin, at the very bottom of the list. As the song plays, pay special attention to the words "Only get closer to the point where I can take no more" for therein lies the essence of this post. If you also take the time to get yourself some sort of strong beverage before you read it, this post experience will be that much more bearable. You go do that; I'll wait...) (...still waiting...)

I hate it when the peeps do this:

or this:

Talk about giving me a mini heart attack. They weren't even that close to the edge in the first picture, but who knows when that part of the cliff is going to break off and fall into the ocean? Yes, I know there was a rail in that second picture, but who knows when that thing was last serviced? Who knows when that rail is going to break off and fall into the ocean? Instead of running to protect them as any good mother should, I had to first take pictures of it. As Everyone knows, you take the picture, then you protect the peeps. Right? Besides, look at their father, right there among them, there, in the very midst, completely condoning these great feats of danger, and even joining them in their reckless revelry.*

Y'all, here's a secret: Some days, I just cringe.

-XOXO,

*Take special note of the fact that I was standing far back when I took these pictures. That is because I have more sense about the dangers of high places near ocean cliffs than all of them combined.