Spending the week coming home. It's been hard to leave the beach this year. Missing the way the beach brought us together as we've gone our scattered ways every day this jet lagged week.
Missing the endless explore time.
The collections.
The sweet togetherness.
The time to wander.
To run.
To get to know the tides.
How blessed we are to have a place like this to go to. But I'm wondering today about what lessons our days at the beach have to teach us about how we want to spend our time. It reminds me of Mary Oliver's haunting question: What will you do with your one wild and precious life? What will our children imagine for their own?
We're headed into the busy season already. How will we preserve this time of wonder?
