eloise: a warmish December evening, just before dark. You sat on this rock and turned toward me, almost as if posing for the shot. We ran down this beach twice this week. You loved every minute of it until we had to go. A California beach baby for sure.
-joining jodi for the 52 project!
(Thank you for all the uplifting words from my weekending post. It’s hard to let go of some things when you have a vision of how you want things to be. Your words helped me take a step back and instead, breathe in all the good that’s surrounding me).
When you are feeling overwhelmed and out of sorts and like nothing is going quite like you want it to, it’s so nice to have the beach at sunset to retreat too. Ellie and I did just that this afternoon, before dinner. We snuck away and walked together down the beach. It truly filled my heart with joy, watching this little girl explore the sand between her toes, find mangled seaweed washed onto shore and run (as best as this 16 month old can) down the beach and up and down the dunes. We left all the holiday projects behind. We left the sad, yellowing Christmas tree and the half-finished cards still waiting to be sent out and we walked down the beach. I chased my sweet, active baby girl and drew her name in the sand and showed her shells and pointed out the waves and the gulls and the beautiful sun lowering into the sea. It was a glorious afternoon. A glorious Christmas-time memory I will hold dear.
We took Jeff’s parents down to the beach one night last week hoping to find the Channel Islands information booth. They want to go hiking on one of the islands and needed more information. We found the lovely little information center with its own mini botanical garden and after some exploring of the center and gardens we decided to take a walk on the beach. It was a chilly evening and getting close to the baby witching hour, but that sunset was calling to us…
Thank you to Jeff and his parents for taking some of the pictures (the ones I’m in). It was such a nice walk. The sun going down and the waves and the winter, chilly air made it almost magical. And then as we were nearing the end of the walk, my sweet, sweet baby buried her head in my shoulder and snuggled in close. It was magical alright.
“A single photo- no words- capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.”
-joining Soulemama today! Happy Weekending!