I love the beach. As soon as I walk over the dunes, I am in a completely altered state of being. I love the sound of the waves, the feel of the sand and surf and the smell of salt in the air. But I also love the beach because of the memories I carry from the family vacations of my childhood. It was the one week of the year that was guaranteed to be happy and carefree. Somehow the stress and tension and anger that hung over our home never followed us to the sunny, rented beach house.It was good to be back there last week, making memories with my girls. A week full of family and food and beer and books...and my two girls running crazy and free and begging to be taken deep into the ocean.
We've been to the beach several times this year, but I think this one was the last. I'm already looking forward to next summer.
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sounds perfectly divine...your post has me hearing waves and seagulls.
Now your kids will always remember, "the beach" as the same wonderful memories. That's purdy cool!!
Oh how you make me sad that we're skipping our annual trip to the beach this year. It really is so carefree when you get there!
Glad you were able to get some rest, both physically and emotionally...ocean sounds have got to be one of the best there is!
Love your beach photo. It's making me get really excited about my own upcoming family beach trip. Sounds like you had a really good week, which is exactly what you needed. Can't wait to hear more about it when we chat this week.
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