Okay, I realize I really stink at this posting every single day thing. I tried, I did. And I’m not going to say I failed because I would have failed had I not tried. (see how that works?)
Truthfully, my time away from here has been very complicated, very difficult.
But, not always. Like last Saturday morning, Anna, Noah and I took a brief trip to the beach. Our first in two years. Being at the beach brings me great peace, maybe not at this particular visit what with the 80,000,000 children screaming and the world swirling around me but typically, it is a haven to me and it’s only 15 minutes from my home.
I never thought I was a beach person until our honeymoon. We went to Barbados. I can remember spending our final day at the ocean, just lying on the beach. I had never done that before, I’ve always played volleyball on it or played in the water or just stayed away from that bright sun that was always burning my skin to a crisp. But this was different. I laid there for hours and hours (something about the Caribbean sun that allowed me to do this without killing my skin, I miss it so) I laid there listening to each wave crash against the shore, each one sounding different. This was nearly thirteen years ago. I wish I could say that I’ve taken the time to head to the beach to seek that peace that I so often desire but I don’t, even though it’s probably exactly what I need.
One of my favorite things? The beach.
Through the month of June I’m going to be sharing my favorite things. See the complete list here.