There were some things about my life as a child that were not so good. And then there were some things that were absolutely amazing. One of those things was how much time we spent at the beach during the summer. Some summers we only went for a week or two. But other summers we relocated to the beach stayed for months.
It has been a dream of mine for a long time to continue that tradition into my own children’s lives and spend an extended amount of time at the beach during the summer. And this summer it finally happened, due to the amazing generosity of my family.
The girls and I hit the road a couple of weeks back and headed to the beach. The beach of my childhood. The beach I grew up on. The beach I shared with my friends. The beach where I met boys. And the beach I sat on with my mother year after year after year. This place is in my heart. And it is in my soul. And I love sharing in with my children.
The days have stretched out long and slow before us. And our routine is simple here. There is no rushing. There is no agenda. There is only sun and sand and water.
The girls have been a delight. They play hard every day and sleep well. It is all I can do to keep up with the little bundles of energy.
There were only a couple of rainy days, which we filled with movies, coloring, and game after game of crazy eights.
In the evenings, there has been lots of cooking. The girls are quite the little sous chefs now.
Jay has been coming and going as work allows. But we have not had to go too long without seeing him. We are always so glad when he is here. Our family isn’t the same without him.
I prayed a lot before we departed about where blogging should fit into my life while we were away. I intended to blog a few times a week, but I also wanted to see how everything shook out once we were here. Would there be time? Would I have anything interesting to say?
But turns out, time alone to think and write has been scarce here. And when I could have possibly snuck away to write, I haven’t wanted to. Because it means I would miss out on something else, something important, something real. And I haven’t been able to tear myself away from what is going on around me to go sit at a computer.
Our favorite time of day is dusk. We head back to the beach after a couple of hours rest at home with snacks, drinks, and fun toys. And we play and sit and watch the sun go down.
And then we start it all over again the next day. And it really is all a dream come true.