Life’s A Beach

Life lately has been a sand-covered, sun-drenched, water-logged, tan-lined haze of happiness and fulfillment. I feel gratefully consumed by the beach, and all its family bonding, child-tiring abilities. From building castles with its sand to being lulled to sleep at night by its waves, we get to enjoy this beautiful, comforting creature at an almost constant. I’m completely indebted to whatever universal force was behind our move to this wonderful place.

Conner just finished up a week at Sailing Camp. My tanned, tired sailor came home with his White Sail 1 certificate, and a big, beautiful smile on his face. I am one proud Mama!

My adorably handsome husband turned 26 this week. The kids and I bought him a new, wonderfully spacious tent, and I cooked him a dinner (with cake, of course) that rocked socks. I am so lucky to have him in my life. I hope he spends his days knowing he is completely, madly, tirelessly loved.

Cade has been half buried in sand for the last month. He stops occasionally to eat, and sleep, but is quite happy (as we all are) to be up to his ears in that glorious terrain.

“At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun.” -Unknown