After 3 very busy, fun-filled, ridiculously hot days in DC, we headed down to Vero Beach, Florida. The kids hadn’t been to the ocean in 3 years…Matthew didn’t even remember ever going. Matt and I love the ocean.
It overwhelms me to stand on the beach and see the ocean and its vastness. How small we are in comparison. How this is only one ocean on the Earth and yet it seems to engulf the whole planet.
It’s so powerful that it scares me a bit. But I love it.
I love the sound of the waves crashing in harmony with my kids’ squeals of delight. I love the coolness of the water. I love watching Matt act like he’s a kid again when splashing in the waves. I love listening to Gabe talk about what he’s going to make with his shells when we get home.
We also have a lovely, bath-water-warm pool at the hotel that we’ve been lazing away in. Matthew has decided to go from being afraid to put his head in to swimming the whole length of the pool. Who knew? Makes me so happy though to see him not afraid. The other two? I think they’re mermaid tails fell off at birth.
And hearing Olivia say “hotel”? It may just be the sweetest sound on Earth. Between that and listening to her giggle as she runs full speed down the hotel hallway.
Her freckles make me smile; they’re just like mine used to be. Perfectly spread across her pert little nose. And she’s finally got her appetite back after her pneumonia. I love to see her empty plates. I suppose all that swimming in the ocean works up an appetite too. Oh and her feet in her pink gladiator sandals. I almost can’t stand it.
It’s a great couple of days to relax and recoup before heading to Disney…don’t you think?