“We have a beach house.”
That is what my four-year-old nephew told my sister.
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do. It’s where Grammy and Grampy stay.”
I concur Noah. We moved into our my parents house for three weeks. By the end of it, it certainly felt like our beach house. Imagine wet, sandy towels hanging across the garage, Legos strewn over the Carolina room, a fridge jammed packed with food, and a washer and dryer constantly running. I’m sure my poor mother felt like Cinderella for all the cooking and cleaning she did for us. And my dad was Mr. Fix-it. Every time he sat down to rest someone would come to him with some sort of project. When you have four boys under the age of five roaming around in a world of make-believe it becomes quite chaotic.
Although we didn’t spend everyday on the beach, we did take Nathan there several times. He loved it. He ate some sand. He giggled at the waves. He constantly tried to get the hat off his head. He liked it much more than I expected. It was physical therapy in it’s own way.
Aside from playing in the sand, we took long morning walks out to the pier, splashed (and snorkeled) around in the pool until lunch time, visited the candy store and Hammock shops in the afternoons, did a lot of BBQing for dinner, and took long walks on the beach after the kids went to bed.
Our days were busy and tiring. But in a good way. In a being-a-kid way. Not as in a therapy-and-doctor’s-appointments way.
As much as I would like to pretend it’s our beach house and we could spend all summer there–being with family, playing hard in the water, and skipping therapy–we are back home.
The beach house has returned to Grammy and Grampy, who I’m sure are relishing the peace, quiet, and cleanliness of their house.
My house, on the other hand is a complete disaster. I’m giving myself grace to get back into our routine and hopefully back into writing. So many thoughts swirling around in my head. We are in a sweet spot with Nathan right now and I waver between writing down all these memories and simply enjoying him. Until then, enjoy these photos which have captured some of what I want to remember for a long, long time.
This is the day which the Lord has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.” – Psalm 118:24
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