We are completely beach people.

Take us to a beach, and we will be occupied for hours.  It is simply the most heavenly place on earth.  The ocean is overwhelming with its bigness.  I love listening to how big it is.  Much bigger than I, much bigger than my worries.  The sand delicately exfoliates the callouses on your feet.  You find yourself digging little holes into the sand with your toes.  The kids will always find something to build in the wet sand, whether it is a city or a fort or a castle.  This time there were a ton of sand dollars on the shore, so there was an abundance of shells for each of the kids to collect.  For whatever reason, Eve kept burying her shells and then telling me about it.  I’m not sure if she thought she was putting them back home, or if she was going to grow a sand dollar tree, but I love seeing what they do with what they find.  It is always different.

Right now in life we are in the throes of transition, and it’s a little rough.  Rough in “#firstworldproblems” kind of rough, but still a little challenging in its own regard.  So I am finding ways to escape, for my own sanity.

The beach is definitely the sanctuary I seek right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And me.