I rise early because I like morning. I especially enjoy the sunrise over the ocean. But the joy I get when I can share it with Donny, who also loves the morning, is the sparkle in my day. I shift my gaze from the colors of the rising sun spreading pink stripes across the ocean and memorize my son turning worn, thin pages of his bible sipping hot chai tea. As quickly as the steam disappears from his tea this week at the beach has passed us by. It is the last day in my dreamy leisure of seaside bliss. The first two days I vowed my life wouldn’t be complete if I couldn’t somehow live on the surf and wake to the sounds of crashing waves every morning I am alive, begin my day walking my dog on the sand and read a good book on a chair that could get washed away by the rising tide if I fell asleep.
But that’s just me indulging in a fantasy, and though I know there are so many people who live that dream, it just hasn’t been put on my path. So by the last day I understand to appreciate the gift of being at the beach for a week is accepting it will also come to an end. Saying good-bye, I’ll see you next year is, has to be, ok. And I always survive the parting from the beach.
Kevin and Kira
The ocean sounds have restored me to my usual self and I’m ready to take on all the projects ahead. Today I’ll keep my camera close by and try to memorize it all. When Kira hears the word beach she says, “pfshish”, forming the exact sound of a waving crashing on the shore. And we’ll always have that when we miss the waves.
The frenzy of cousin fun has been subdued this week. I’m not sure if everyone arrived in need of rest, or if they are just getting older and they’ve burned off the crazy from their relationships. Whatever has caused it, it is comfortable like a favorite overstuffed chair.
The forecast is hot and hotter today. I think I’ll post this and get down to the beach before the sun becomes the enemy. The last day of floating between happy thoughts, in and out of a good book, shutter clicks of happy memories punctuating the minutes, and baby squeals anchoring us to who we are, the LaTorre family. It’s such an honor to belong here. I’m just so thankful for the blessings of family…especially when it’s enjoyed at the beach.
