I sometimes wonder what the children will remember from their childhood. Which events will connect and anchor the timeline of their lives.
Some how I think sand, sunsets, pajama lounging with cousins, and wave hopping, will figure heavily in those childhood memories.
Every year we (my husband’s family) make the same journey. The one that is proceeded by weeks of exited anticipation, that begins with loading the minivan to the brim and turning the car west. The excitement builds as we turn onto the long road the cuts through miles of strawberry fields and ends at the beach house.
Then it is 4 days and 3 nights of fun, play, and food.
After clean up it’s children running through the house shedding p.j.s, wrestling on bathing suits, having to be wrangled for sunscreen applications… it’s a little chaotic but in a good way. We load our arms with cumbersome beach chairs, blankets, snack bags, and sand toys, and finally make it down to the sand.
(the beach house we rent)
The weather could not have been nicer. Upper 60′s, low 70′s, all sunshine and only a slight breeze. The weather is always the big unknown factor in our trips to the beach. We anxiously check the 10-day forecast in the days proceeding the trip, wondering if we are going to be stuck inside with 8 wild children
Fortunately, we had lots of room to roam.
The very last day J worked up the courage to try the boogie board. He was nervous and jumpy at first but once he got on and rode a little wave, he was totally hooked! I wish he hadn’t waited until the last day to try it, but there’s always next year.
As we packed up and headed back down the long road that leads away from the beach house, I hear J say quietly from the back seat, “I wish we could live here forever”. We smile and remind him that if we lived here it wouldn’t really be special, and he would get bored. But in our hearts we wish we could too.