We hit the beach bright and early.
I can never get enough of it. And not just the beach.
I can’t get enough of the sandy bums, sandy mouths, the kids eating a little food with their sand.
The joy that shows in their cheeks as they run in and out of the water.
Sun kissed cheeks, and sand softened skin.
Smelling the beach in their hair, still stiff with salt air, as they nap cuddled together late in the afternoon.
These memories need to give us hope on cold winter days, and they will.
I can’t get enough of sun hats, tan lines, and white baby bottoms.
Right here, right now.