They say to do what you love...write about what you're passionate about...right? I mainly write about being a mom. It's what I know. I do it every day. I like to think I know something about it by now. But, while at my kitchen sink tonight I was thinking about my other love. The beach. Griffy and I went to the beach this morning for a few hours. He sat and played under the umbrella. I brought my knitting. It was a beautiful morning.
I think it was an early release day for the Seniors here because I saw them all leaving school...headed to the beach. I thought back to my Senior year....I have so many memories of the beach. I think we all skipped school one day when it was nice and went to the beach. We had a specific dune that we hung out in...and I remember asking my Grandmother...yes...you heard me...my Nana to buy beer for us. She did.
We spent Prom Night on the beach...with a bon fire and sleeping bags. Summers as a kid were spent on the beach...swimming lessons...sailing lessons. Steve and I met on a beach. Every Christmas card photo has been and probably will be always taken on a beach.
And not just any beach. I've been to many beaches...all over the world actually. No beach can compare to my beach. I know the sand...how to drive over it..the smell at low tide .and that I'll still never get used to the coldness of the water. A walk on the beach has brought clarity to a troubled mind. A bonfire at night with the kids...making s'mores is just what our family needs when we feel pulled in too many directions. Watching each of my babies react to the touch of sand for the first time. Datenight with Steve never needs to be at some high priced restaurant.
The Beach. I don't just love it...I need it. And so does Steve. It's probably our greatest love besides our family.
Now, if my view from my kitchen sink looked out at the beach...
"By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea...you and me, you and me oh how happy we'll be" ~ Words by Harold Atteridge