Posted on | June 19, 2012 | 3 Comments
I was born with salt water in my veins and hair that looks best after a day on the beach.
Nevermind that I was actually born in Missouri. I don’t claim it. South Carolina is home for me.
I’m making it my life goal to make my babies beach bunnies, too. We make the trip to the shore four or five times in the “off season” and at least once a month during the Summer season. Since my Nana lives there, we are lucky to have an automatic beach house for a weekend trip, and my parents usually book a condo for a week-long trip beach front. All year, I look forward to an entire week on the beach. The sun, the water, a cold cooler with Mike’s Hard Lemonade (don’t judge), trashy books, and now, sweet babies covered in sand and happy as clams.
While Taylor was away at training, the boys and I took an impromptu beach trip with Gigi. The weather was kind of ratty and we only had one morning on the beach, but it was so worth it. It was Arlo’s first real trip to the ocean, and Sully hasn’t been on a beach since last fall. He’s seen the ocean, but he hasn’t had a chance to play in the sand. He kept reminding us that he couldn’t wait to see the “big sand box”, and he took full advantage of the one morning we got.
There is just something about the ocean…so soul-cleansing, huge, and awesome. To feel tiny as you stand in front of it and recognize all the greatness God has created, it puts life problems into perspective. I hope my children can grow up to learn to appreciate the waves, the constant of the tide, and the sweet smell of the marsh. I hope their greatest memories include a bucket and a shovel and a boogie board.
If not, I guess they are going to have many a miserable summer because I sure as hell am not missing an afternoon on the beach when the opportunity arises.