Missing my Salty Water

I'm a beach child... I grew up near the beach. I remember listening to the sealions bark and the waves crash as I lay in my bed trying to fall asleep as a child. I remember sand in my hair, and my dirty blonde hair getting sun bleached and the taste of salt in my throat and nose as I learned to surf. I remember heavenly sunsets and bonfires. I remember feeling exhausted after a day in the water. I remember feeling connected to my peers who loved the beach as I did.

But then I grew up…and I fell in love…we moved farther away from the ocean, and I was okay with it at first. Now, as my husband provides diligently for my family at his job, we find ourselves farther from the water…not so much physically, but emotionally.

We just recently spent a day at the beach near to where I grew up. It has made me miss my salt water with a vengeance.I walked the sand for hours, swam in the sea for almost as long. Yes, was the middle of January, but the weather delighted in me and my family and gave us a beautiful day that rested in the 70's. My best friend came to spend the day with me. She, my husband and I played dolphins for a while.

My children found sea creatures and with shovels and buckets built sandcastle cities with motes and towers.
we went on adventures and found seashells of all shapes, colors and sizes.
We found the most profound beauty in hidden places...
But most importantly, I felt at home. I felt at peace. I felt no control, but that was okay. I was content and calm. I was surrounded by what I desire most.