I think about summer, this one in particular, and my first thoughts are what we didn’t get to do. And then my thoughts go to what we did get to do. It’s all truly been so amazing. We’ve spent so many days and nights enjoying the simple pleasures. Like iced coffees at our local cafe, sleeping in, morning cuddles, splash pads, and friends, lots of friends and family actually. Even when I think about the sucky parts of summer, it all has been pretty cheery. I had hoped to get more beach trips in, but the way this city weather was turning around, it looked as if that wasn’t going to happen. But then it did. A random 90 degree day came about and it was glorious.
|River’s bathing suit and dress c/o Sunuva. We are kind of in love with them both.|
Wednesday morning came, the sun greeted us and the mugginess from the morning creeped into our
Wednesday morning came, the sun greeted us and the mugginess from the morning creeped into our bedroom. The alarm clock did it’s job and so did the ice coffee. We were awake, we were alive! With the beach on our minds, and excitement in our hearts, we headed to what would be our last beach trip for the summer of 2013. To some, it wouldn’t seem like much. But for us, it was everything.
I packed our bags, music blared from our record player, and River ran around the house quite ethusiastically, and not so patiently. It was fine. Because today, that day, we knew to be a good one. One in which River would run up and down the sand, find little pits, burry toes, and chase seagulls.
It was our last summer day, spent as a family. Just us three. The three who love each other so crazy good, just-us-three. And it was perfect.
There’s something so beautiful about the beach. I’ve never been one of those who particularly liked the beach. I have a friend who can go and sit with reserves and her toddler for hours on hours of a day. I have another friend who grew up on the beach. She spent most of her high school days there, and it was a place of love, enjoyment, and fun for her. Not me. A true city girl I guess. Some days this summer felt too hot to go. Others, too chilly to go. But something in me, maybe even more powerful than I, pushed us to go. To enjoy this last day.
In it’s beauty the beach, with all of it’s hardness and roughness left from hurricane Sandy, was still beautiful, peaceful, real, and without a doubt… healing. I left thinking that in it’s rough state-still, it symbolically meant more for us as a family. It wasn’t just a last beach day of summer. It meant that even with the rough roads, and high waves, life for us was and is beautiful.
you guys are such a cute family! this looks like it was a lot of fun.
Hello hello! I just recently started following your blog. I love the candid and natural pictures you guys take. You and your family are BEAUTIFUL.
Um… can we talk about that close up picture of you? GORGEOUS! You have such beautiful skin! Keep shining 🙂
As an island baby I've always loved the beach – I tend to find myself always wanting to be a few minutes away. Even when I lived in New York, I NEEDED the beach (I moved from beach 98 st in rockaway last year). For me, it's always been a great place to reflect – its definitely symbolic and always brings me peace when life seems out of control. I'm glad your family got to spend your last day of summer there 🙂
Beautiful family. It looks like you had such a fun time at the beach. Totally agree about what you said about the beach- it's really the only place in the world where I could truly relax.
Great blog, btw. Definitely following you! 🙂 Have a great day!
your words and images are beautiful and hopeful and honest. i'm glad to have found them.