The trip to the beach on the way home from the airport while in California a couple weeks ago, was quite relaxing, despite having 3 excited children between us. The three children played in the sand and in the water while Casey and I sat on towels talking. I love Casey. I wish I had asked Joshua to take a photo of Casey and me sitting together on the beach. I'm sure we'll never do such a thing again, and I wish I had thought to capture the moment in a photo I could print, rather than just a mind photo.
There is something about being at the edge of the ocean that makes me get deep and philosophical in my thoughts about life. I love the feeling of something so expansive having such power over small things. I love looking out to the horizon and wondering what is beyond it all.
(I remember distinctly standing at the edge of the ocean in England as a 9 year old girl on holiday with my good friend. I remember one particular day feeling homesick for my family (I was gone for over a week), and somehow feeling comforted and not as alone as I looked out at the horizon.)
I love the ocean. And I love the beach.
Mike called a couple of times while I was sitting on the beach to ask questions about real life and business stuff that he was back home taking care of. I felt so far removed from real life and the questions he was asking me, that I finally responded, "How about you keep making a living working hard and earning money, and I'll make a living traveling and sitting on beaches, and then one day we'll travel together?"
I think we are both still trying to decide if I was serious or not.