…only a mother could love. Walking out of the garage this morning and seeing my usually neat and tidy porch covered with beach chairs and a bin of stuff out of the back of my daughter’s car, I suddenly felt happy. Another weekend with both girls and their friends, and later two families from NY renting nearby, coming for dinner and our weekend campfire, I said to my husband, “This is what this beach-house is supposed to about all summer – different sets of friends and relatives, the kids and their friends, all coming at different times. It makes me feel like I went on multiple vacations without having to leave home.”
We smiled, joined hands, and I know both of us were remembering the days when this was only a dream. The day we walked this beach and I stamped my foot in the sand and said, “We have to find a way to own a piece of this place.” And now, I stand here on my porch and give tremendous thanks for a dream of so many years ago, come true. My email signature says “You can never give up on the things you love ….not ever!” (Charlotte on Private Practice) It’s true. Don’t give up on whatever or whomever you love.
Just for fun – cause’ that what cape weekends are all about – play “I spy” on my porch and join in our fun:
Can you find:
– someone’s white socks
– a pair of winter boots (don’t ask!)
– a yoga mat
– a jug all made of drink ready for the beach
And so, as another day goes by, I am truly blessed beyond what I deserve, and…contentedly, I have written.
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