We spent hours on the beach everyday eagerly combing the sand for treasures to marvel at and happily tuck in our collecting bags to show each other back at the hotel.
We found shells, whole and broken, worn smooth by the waves, satin smooth pieces of driftwood, and beautiful rocks that change color once dry.
We found bumpy sea stars and cranky crabs. We built sand castles.
We raced waves trying to keep our feet out of the chilly water, and we got soaked by waves far bigger than we estimated.
We LIVED on the beach. It was slow and glorious.
We spent our evenings talking and laughing over our day and our good fortune of finding such a perfect place for our holiday. Almost a place to call our “own.”
We ate simple meals and sipped hot tea. We ate mangos, watched Venus and Jupiter converge in the dark sky. We stayed up late listening to the crashing waves and sometimes old movies.
“Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and everything that moves in them.”
Mostly, we re-tightened the sometimes loosening heart strings that happen in families with nearly grown and still young children all with different ideas and personalities and priorities.
Our time away, our daily walks, allowed us to reawaken the love and fun that we have as a family.
My heart was and is full to bursting with the joy that only comes from reconnecting with those you love.
I count the hours and days as true blessings.
They are my gifts from the sea. Anne Morrow Lindbergh would be pleased.
I carry them in my heart.