I adore being at the shore. I know that so many people find the beach revitalizing, refreshing, renewing. And I’m one of them. Michael remarked upon actually getting on the beach that I looked “at home”. And I was. Not that I’m not at home here, near the lake, in our little place that we’ve made a home. It’s just that I think I might have been a mermaid in a past life. Or a fisherman. Or a lighthouse operator. I feel so comfortable at the shore, like I’ve come home. I could truly sit at the beach all day, doing nothing but watching the waves, watching the sun rise and then set, feeling the salty air on my face. Thank goodness I gave birth to two little girls who also enjoy being at the beach. Ryan took such pleasure in frolicking through the waves, and Finleigh got a kick out of picking up (and tasting, of course) sand. I’m so grateful that my family loves the beach like I do. We’ve already made mental plans to go back next year and camp ON the beach. And in my head, I’m already there.
I met Tammy about eleven years ago. She worked with Michael, and he kept telling me that there was this girl at his work that I had to meet. She’s super cute and bubbly, he said. I though, oh great. Who the heck is this super cute, bubbly girl he keeps yammering about. I don’t think I really want to meet her. But he invited her to a party one night, and, well, it was about the best “blind date” I’d ever had. Tammy and I were instant friends, and have been ever since. She’s the kind of friend I could talk to every day, and still find something to talk about. Or, as was the case, not talk to for years (Tammy served our country for 4 years, doing tours in Iraq and Germany, with limited communication). We even missed each others weddings. We’ve not lived near each other for the bulk of our friendship (going on 9 years now). And none of this diminishes our friendship. She’s my “sistah from another mistah” and I love her dearly.
And it just so happens that our kids love each other too. Thank goodness, cause they’re stuck with each other!
Today was one of those truly perfect days…I know I said there’d be no words, but I can’t help myself! We celebrated mom’s 50-something birthday with a little family party. The weather was perfect, the food was fantastic, and the kids were adorable.
I don’t think I’ve seen my mama this happy in a while. She had all her kids (Tammy included), plus the grandbabes, beautiful summer weather, and a big ol’ birthday cake just for her (homemade by me).
The one thing I don’t have a picture of? Ryan asking Gabe to marry her (actually, she suggested they marry “our chother”). Gabe saying yes. Then the two of them dancing around the living room, holding hands, followed by a kiss. When Ryan asked for another kiss, Gabe told her he was “all out”!
In an effort to capture our trip visually, I’m going to be posting pictures from our adventures…this is also a chance for me to take pictures of subjects that are NOT my own children, and challenge myself to photograph outside the box. I’m also going to attempt to refrain from captioning each photo, and instead take pictures that speak for themselves. (this will be hard for me…I’m a writer!)
Today was another one of those PacNW days that reminds us all why we choose to live in the gray rain 300 days out of the year. Perfect sunshine, perfect breeze, perfect temperature. And all just in time for Mama’s Day. It’s like Mother Nature came out to celebrate with us human Mamas.
When I walked outside to take the dog out this morning, I was instantly hit with memories. Something about the sunshine, and no doubt my upbringing in California, but sunny mornings always offer up some kind of flashback for me. Today: shorts, sweatshirts, freezing legs standing around waiting for the school bell to ring (and secretly wishing it wouldn’t), knowing full well that by lunchtime we’d all be sweltering, but jumping around trying to keep warm nonetheless. Smelling the grass, the dew, and the wind. But, of course, the new addition to that memory: knowing that my husband of almost 6 years, my four year old and my 7 week old (and a big cup of coffee) were waiting for me inside.
The day continued to remain pretty amazing: bikes, barbecue, beer, babies, and of course, bedtime. And bedtime is often my favorite part of the day. Not just because it signals a bit of an end to the “workday” for us mamas, but also because on a sunny day like this, it is the only time of day our little home is lit up. And our bedroom gets the most perfect light from 6-7pm. So, as I was getting ready to read Peanut her bedtime story, with Finleigh joining us to hear all about Barbie Fairy Elina saving spring, I caught this perfect light. A prism on the wall, my Peanut pensively pondering fairies (alliteration much?), and me, with only my point and shoot camera (a new DSLR is on it’s way…I’m dying for it!).
I’m a lucky mama…and I live a charmed life. And I thank so many for it. My fabulous husband, my amazing parents, and the myriad of friends that make my life complete and without whom I wouldn’t be half the mama I am.
Happy Mother’s Day, friends and family.
It’s not often that I find peace…I live a VERY busy life, and though yes, I do it to myself, I can’t help but want a little peace sometimes. This afternoon, after both kiddos (yep, I’m nannying now) had eaten lunch, we headed outside for some much needed Vitamin D direct from my favorite source: the Sun. I didn’t realize just how lovely it was outside. We grabbed a beach towel, since it had been pouring only a few hours earlier; pirate’s booty, cause it ain’t no party without the booty; and bubbles, cause, well, Ry’s two. So, I blew bubbles, she chased them, Mr. C watched us and crawled around, and I thought about nothing but these sweet little people in front of me.
Ryan and I laid down on the warm grass, and she snuggled into me. I think one of my favorite feelings in the world is lying in the sun, eyes closed with that super warm feeling that can only come from feeling so peaceful and calm. Bonus points for being on the beach and having warm sand under you, but extra super bonus points for having a snuggly peanut cuddled up on you.
It’s so rare that I’m truly not thinking about 60 other things…and this was one of those rare moments. So peaceful, in fact, that I didn’t even have the camera. I don’t need one though. This is just one of those perfect moments that will go down in memory.
So, even if it was just for a few minutes, I found peace today. I’ll take what I can get…