It seems applicable that we would spend out last of our ten days in California on the beach. The boys dragged their kayaks out to look for seals. Us girls took the babies to the edge of the water. Papa and Grandma did their grandparently thing. Ju-ju would laugh at the approaching water and Emmett was as chill as could be.
As I sat holding our little dude that can't stop growing, I couldn't help but think about our beach visits in five years. I could see Emmett pulling his boogie board into the waves. I could see him climbing the cliffs that rose up behind the beach. I saw his daddy teaching him to body surf and keep his kayak upright.
Family is such an incredible gift. My heart hurts sometimes because I feel so blessed. The moments when we are together and happy give me such courage. Courage to be more grateful in the middle of struggles. Courage to remember what really matters. Courage to live life with purpose and meaning.
We sure would appreciate all your Happy-Baby-Traveling-Thoughts you can send our way. May he fall in love with his car seat and the chance to watch 1800 miles roll by from behind.
Happy Monday, friends!
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