I know, I know, you’re sick of me saying it, but I’m getting anxious at the thought of the summer coming to an end. I dealt with the same angst as a kid, and even more now with children who are having to go back to school. Summer is my most favorite time of year, and I live for the two warm months. Beach days are my most coveted outings, and it seems that the kids have become quite the beach lovers, just like their mom and dad.
As much as we traveled this summer, we didn’t spend nearly as much time on the beach as I hoped, so now, it’s a sprint until summer lets out, to get on the sand, as much as possible. Yesterday, we headed to Atlantic Beach, about an hour out of town. We met up with some good friends, and it turned into one of the best days this summer.
There’s something about the salt sea air, the sand in our toes, and the sounds of the ocean that reels you in, leaving us all content and at peace. The girls splashed around collecting sea shells and sand crabs, while Ryder took to the waves on his boogie board. I started to well up just watching them all play, peaceful, on their own, and together. They’ve really grown this summer, especially Gemma, who is eager to participate in the same activities as the big kids.
We lingered until the sun down, and pack the kids with their sandy bottoms in the car for a long drive home. They all fell asleep in sync, completely wiped from one phenomenal day. These are the days…