For Memorial Day we went to our favorite place . . . yep you guessed right . . . the beach. I know I have said this before, but I love it there. The wind, the surf, the smell. It is automatic, the feeling of calm that I have as soon as we arrive. The kids enjoy it too. They play and play in the sand. The boys are taking swim lessons now in hopes that they too can go surfing with Dad. We are waiting until they are good swimmers before we will allow that. For now, they enjoy going out to their waists and letting the waves hit their chests. We have a very strict rule. My Dad imposed it on me when I was a kid. That is - you are never supposed to turn your back on the ocean. The reason is because you never know what kind of wave is coming as well as being prepared for a riptide. I look forward to being able to go surfing with Phillip again one day. I enjoy trying to get up on my board. I say trying, because I am not very good at it yet. It is harder than it looks. I am glad that the Lord gave me a husband that loves the ocean as much as I do. It is such a beautiful, calming and yet invigorating creation. It certainly attests to God's glory in creating it.
I have meant to get these uploaded for a time now. Thanks for letting me share . . . .