When I was twenty-three I packed up my less than worldly belongings and moved myself from Minnesota to Florida. I had spent my first twenty-three years in the land of the frozen tundra.
I moved to Florida to go to school, but I think the real underlying reason was it was closer to the ocean. I have always felt a pull to the ocean. Visiting it has always been a cathartic experience for me.
We don’t plan to live in Florida forever, so its really important to me that we make as many trips to the beach with the boys as we can. I want them to remember the ocean, I want it to be a part of who they are.
Saturday we took our posse to the beach. It was the most beautiful day, warm with a breeze. The water was even still warm.
The boys made the most of their time. They made sandcastles. Ro is particularly fond of building sand castles, he is my little architect.
They hunted for seashells to decorate their castles with.
They flew a kite with their dad, which was really exciting.
I really love this next picture.
Oh, and this guy? I am not even sure he even knew he left the house. He apparently thinks the ocean is cathartic too.
We spent longer at the beach than we have on most previous trips. Everyone was being so well behaved. It was so nice to be able to actually partake in the sandcastle building, the swimming, and the seashell hunting, without the hindrance of an enormous belly.
The boys took it all in. The warm breeze, the sand in their toes, the seagulls, and the salty sea.When we pulled into our driveway, Ezra turned to me and said “thank you beach Mama.” I don’t think I have too much to worry about, my boys are 100% Florida boys at heart. The beach will always be a part of who they are….
Posts
