There has been lots of beach talk going on. Ahhh, summer.
Sun, sand, waves ... I adore the beach. It is a favorite place for me. It puts me at peace.
I need some beach in my life.
I have this bottle of sand that I got from one of my favorite beach spots off the PCH in Malibu. I loved driving the PCH. Sometimes, when I just needed to get away, I would get in my car and just drive to the PCH (sometimes at 1 in the morning after failed attempts to sleep). I did not even have to get out of my car. I would just roll the windows down, smell the ocean, and hear the waves. When I was moving away from California, I drove 45 minutes out of the way just to fill my Voss water bottle with sand. I just had to bring some California beach with me :-)
When I long for the beach, I can take out my little sand bottle and look at it ... and then get sad because it is not a 30 minute drive away anymore. When efforts to sleep fail, I am not able to drive down to the PCH to put my mind at rest.
Oh how I miss you beach:
I long to see you again:
I (sniff) think of you (sniff) all the time (sniff):
But I am oh so thankful for all the wonderful memories:
Like my first time to see the California shore in Santa Monica (with Caroline as my tour guide)
That wonderful day that I spent sitting on a rock, just me and God:
Dinner with Caroline at Duke's:
And then a little stop to put our feet in some Malibu sand:
A trip to Laguna Beach with Abby, Eliza, Dihanna, and Mike (the picture taker) ...
... complete with sand hearts and flip flop tan lines :-)
I miss you Santa Monica pier:
I miss you surfers :-)
I miss you mom ... and wish that I still lived in Cali so we could do it all again:
I could stare out at the sea for hours:
Mom and me at our Huntington visit:
Mom's favorite: Venice beach:
But don't you worry beach. Oh, we will meet again:
And when we do, I will be ecstatically happy: