A few days of camping in the woods teaches you a few things…
After a spring filled with school activities, never-ending lunch packing and school drop off and pick up, work deadlines and dream-come-true projects, our family was truly counting the days until the school year finally came to a close so we could have things finally loosen up a bit.
And almost as soon as they did? We did the only thing we could possibly do; We packed our bags and ran off to Dillon Beach for a long, much-needed weekend!
For three days, the four of us walked on the beach, stared at the sunset, soaked up the sun and piled into one big bed for snuggles and giggles.
It was exactly what we needed and an amazing way to set the tone for the entire summer ahead.
From the moment we arrived at the house, we were in love…
Matthew took his job of investigating the entire house very seriously…
And while he was off exploring, I got lost in the kitchen. The fantastic, bright, well-appointed kitchen. Ahhh… bliss.
And by get lost, I mean I unpacked the wine I brought with me. See it, just to the left of the sink… by the Keurig (!!!)?
Oh look.. and another bottle just there to the right of the amazing stove.
Katie went in search of the perfect room. First she liked this one, but…
… then she saw this one and settled in and staked her claim.
But, let’s be real. We didn’t go to the beach to hang out inside. We quickly headed outside to enjoy the deck.
It’s safe to say that Allie didn’t hate the beach…
And this smile? Oh, that one came from so deep inside.
Removed from friends, schedules and everything else that goes along with our normal, crazy routine, Katie and Matthew reconnected with one another in a way that left their parents a little bit choked up and a whole lot grateful.
The kids were so excited to see this guy as we were hanging out on the deck.
One of the lovely things about a weekend away is there’s plenty of time for playing with oversized checkers and hanging out on the couch (a super cozy couch, I might add!).
And who doesn’t love a good sunset?
While we have a no-sugar breakfast cereal policy at home, all bets are off when we’re on vacation. Matthew, allow me to introduce you to Fruit Loops! (Yes, that’s fantastic bed head.)
If I could wake up to this view every day, I would never get any work done.
While the kids napped, I took advantage of the lack of wifi and reread one of my favorite books (Elevate the Everyday by Tracey Clark).
There’s nothing better than the beach for bringing a family back together, I’m certain of it. Maybe it’s the peaceful sound of the waves? The lack of shoes and schedules?
And the best way to cap off a day in the sand is an evening in the tub. With a view. Seriously, do you see that view?
I can’t say enough about how much fun we had and how much good it did for our souls to escape for the weekend.
It is nearly midnight.
I just got home from a night filled with laughter and friends.
Craig has left the light on over the bar, where Katie’s completed homework sits, waiting to be tucked into her backpack in the morning.
Matthew’s Woody and Buzz Lightyear figures lay beside Katie’s homework, waiting for familiar 3-year-old hands.
Now I will close up my computer, lock up the house, turn off the lights and go upstairs to cover little bodies and slide into bed beside the one that waits for me.
This is joy.
These small things that make up this life that we’ve built.
Small remnants of moments lived and hints of more to come.
And I am so very grateful.
There are random moments – tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms – when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.
–Elizabeth Berg, The Art of Mending
Relief: a feeling of reassurance and relaxation following release from anxiety or distress.
I am so incredibly grateful to each of you who kept me in your thoughts and prayers.
To say thank you doesn’t even begin to cover my gratitude.