Down the beach.We're finding a rhythm to these late spring days. We're counting down the days until everyone is home again. Until then, it's still just You and I in the mornings. You always ask around mid-morning, "Down the Beach, Mama..." How could I not honor that request? Who needs to do laundry and dishes anyway?
Our daily walk.
The smell of the air.
The sound of the waves.
Time for just you and Me.
The feeling of sand and mud between our toes and fingers as we build sandcastles and throw rocks in at the water's edge.
Alot of, "Look at THAT mama!"
Peace.
I look at my watch and notice that life just moves more slowly down there.
1 comment:
It's nice to have that extra special time with the youngest. You get some with the oldest, but never the middle. Somehow middle kids just seem to take it in stride :)
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