There are some days when absolutely everything is right in the world, and this is one of them. Dawn and I woke up this morning, three days after my 38th birthday, and sailed Windbird 26 miles from the delightful island of Bequia to the pristine Tobago Cays marine park, flying our colorful spinnaker on a sporty 7-knot reach. We anchored near Jamesby Island in 15 feet of gin-clear water, bobbing gently in the lee of Horseshoe Reef. Sea turtles and spotted eagle rays frolicked around the boat, and we soon jumped in with them. In the afternoon, we took the dinghy on a snorkeling expedition outside the cut, where the cerulean shallows give way to deep blue depths as a brilliant profusion of sea creatures hunt and feed along the nutrient-rich drop-off. We met fellow cruisers for a West Indian barbecue dinner on the beach, and have now settled into Windbird's cockpit for a dram of the local Sparrow's rum as a three-quarter moon rises over the breakers on the reef. Best of all, this A-letter day has been shared with two of our favorite people in the world, Brad and Amber Phillips.