hello there, friend,
we’re getting to the point in our trip where i could go
crazy if i let myself. there is no end
to the sand when you are camping. there is
grumbling, miscommunication, and hurt feelings. there is a dirty picnic table always covered with a mess, and no one can
find what they are looking for (shoes, sunscreen, keys, bathing suit, shampoo….).
i get to the point every year where i have to make a conscious
decision to look for the good in every little bit of the day. it’s the choice i make because of the person i want to be.
yesterday’s list: sleeping kiddos in tents, palmetto shadows
on the road, cartwheels in the sand, blankets on the beach, shrieks while
paddle board surfing, riding the smallest waves with huge amounts of pride,
sticky faces after an ice cream run, whip-poor-whills calling in the early
morning, clean dishes, camp chairs repaired with duct tape, wine in plastic
tumblers, bike races, growing independence, salty chips, ocean breezes, kites
flying, boys who skate together and encourage each other, libraries and kids
reading through a stack of new books…
xo,
b
