As someone who has lived by a beach (both Atlantic and Pacific) for almost 6 years now, I often don’t get it…..the need to pack various items, be in the heat, apply gross sunscreen, sit in sand, swim in salt water infested with jellyfish and sharks….all in the name of summer (or any season) fun! What?
Don’t get me wrong. I love looking at the beach, smelling the beach (well, sometimes) and walking on a boardwalk, but I don’t enjoy being immersed in either sand or water. But I am married to a swimmer, interested surfer and basically someone who LOVES the beach. So I try to get him his “beach” time as often as I can. My kids inherited his qualities in that aspect too….they get in the water, no matter the temperature, weather or environment. For example….Christmas Day – at the beach and in the water. They are crazy! They tolerate the sand in pants, crowds and heat all for the love of large bodies of water.
So I do what any good wife and mother would do….give them their beach time and complain to anyone who stands still long enough!
But on a recent family day at the beach, I think I may have softened up a bit and possibly changed my mind just a little. I was playing with my daughter with her sand toys (which constantly keep sand in my car at all times) and watching my husband and son play a game of catch. I was messing with my very low-grade camera and captured what I thought to be a nice photo. I’ve looked at this photo more often than others and feel that my sentiments may be changing! In this picture and at this time, I can honestly say “I love the beach”.