May 12, 2016


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We had family in town visiting this past week and, of course, we ended up at the beach. We have a little tradition that we spend one evening a week at the beach when late Spring rolls around. Life happens and it never lasts very long but regardless, we pick it back up every year.

Quiet evenings on the beach are magical. It's mostly locals. People walking their dogs, young couples in love, families trying to burn the last of their little's energy. The ocean is calm and peaceful. The salt air soaks into my skin and leaves me deliciously drained and refreshed at the same time.

It's just nice, for lack of better words. I dream of life outside this town. I dream of a big city and all the charm and excitement that goes with it. I dream of so many different things for our life. Sometimes I struggle with planting us in the here and now. I am working on it. These evenings on the beach though, for me, reaffirm that we are right where we belong. Our children are happy and well.

We belong here. We are planted here. And we are thriving so well.

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