As promised here is part 2 of my ode to summer dreaming. I love these pictures. Is that vain to say? I don’t say that because I think there is anything particularly amazing about them except one crucial point. I am happy in that full-of-life-hearty-laughter-till-you-look-like-a-dork type of a way. Looking at these pictures transports me back to that perfect day. There are several heavy topics on my heart to write about but today is not the day for those. No, today is for laughter, joy, and tantalizing memories. My feet can still almost feel the richness of history in the miniscule specks of rock, seashells, and other bits of life that squished between my toes. Each wave crept in on me whispering and beckoning me to come out and play while daring me to not get wet. What a tease the ocean is. Palm trees along the bank waved their arms at the sail boats gliding along and watched me jump silly. As the fiery day star lay down her golden head she spread out one last parting gift of caramel sweet light to give us our own glow. Then she winked at me as she glided behind the ridge. I gave her a knowing look back. People stared while we giggled and confirmed that I can’t run or jump like any normal person. Such is life. It’s best to embrace the awkward along with the beautiful because that just makes it all that much better. When you can chuckle at the awkward it’s like you have a secret that passerby’s only wish they could understand. The crashing waves repeat their classic song that never gets old and we drive off into the sunset. We are free and happy. There is sand stuck in our toes. Goodbye summer. I can’t wait till we shall meet again.
Hello and welcome! I started this blog to raise money for orphans in India by styling the same dress for 100 days, but in the process I fell in love with "my" kiddos and just can't stop. It's a crazy story, but you can read more here!