I can’t deny the power of the beach to bring someone out of a funk and I should be more thankful that we live where we live. The beach is only a few minutes from our house and once there any sort of grumpy mood dissipates.
Since we own a paddleboard/surf business, we are always at the beach. The kids moan and complain these days because they go so often. We don’t care. We go anyway. We don’t spend the whole day there usually. Just pop on by for a quick swim, a leisurely walk, a bottle of wine on the beach or just to watch the sunset. Usually, it makes us all feel better.
The kids had been on their devices most of the day and really needed a detox. Even though I knew it would be rough going with all of their complaining, we headed down anyway.
The kids whined that they weren’t going in the water. Fine, I said and let them on the beach while Aaron and I went and soaked in the ocean. The water was warm, the sun was setting and there were very few people there. It was really lovely.
Aaron and I chatted, caught up on the goings ons of the day and turned back to see the kids TAKING SELFIES, of course.
Nova was trying to be glamorous.
Sawyer was being a joker.
And here we have the magical moment where they seemed to get out of their funk and actually PLAY TOGETHER!
I like to call this one, “Glam Goofbaals, Part I” (and yes, I did mean to spell the word that way. It seems a bit more artistic.)
It was a magical moment (one that rarely happens these days, sadly). And, even though it did involve technology, I was happy that they were interacting. They were outside and they were smiling.
Our little beach trip was exactly one hour–and then we grabbed our slippers (flip flops, for mainlanders) and headed to St Armands Circle for dinner.
Nothing too involved. It wasn’t planned out or structured. Just a little bit of time on the beach, in the elements, created this moment in time that happens few and far between these days.
I need to remember that we are very lucky to live near the ocean.