When we first reached Grenada during the covid lockdowns, the whole world felt quiet and uncertain, but that dock quickly became our home. We settled in with our little flotilla of families, and before long someone built a picnic table just for us. It sat between our boats and our wee barbecue grill, and it became the place where everything seemed to happen.

We cooked dinner there, played games, and swam off the dock whenever the heat got heavy. Friends came and went, new faces showed up, and the days turned into weeks and then into months without us even noticing. That table carried so many of our happiest moments, and it will always feel like a piece of our life that stayed steady when everything else was changing.