I’ve made an effort this year to start the year how I hope to end it. I consciously thought about how I’d like to spend the last day of this year, and it was pretty simple… at the beach with the people I love.
I used to hate the beach. All that sand and the places it gets itself. I swear we’ll be cleaning sand from our car/house/clothes for the rest of our lives. And that salty air, it makes my hair all wispy and crazy. But I can’t help but love the beach. I don’t think I’ll ever be a surfer, or brave enough to swim out deep, but I love it. I can’t imagine living without it.
My love affair started when I was pregnant with Lacey. I took my beached-whale body to the ocean almost every day in summer to float. Even when it rained, and no one wanted to be at the beach… I was there.
And then, a few years ago when I was having stresses with work, a friend told me to put my feet in the sand each day. It’s pretty much the best medicine.
We didn’t really ‘do’ the beach in 2013 as a family of four. I wasn’t quite brave enough. As we got everyone out of the car on New Year’s Day, even the dog, I said to Hubby – I just want this to go well. There’s always something that can go crazy, as with any family. The dog can runaway, the baby can scream, and the little person can refuse to come home. But it was an almost Hallmark card moment. Everyone behaved. It was the perfect way to bring in the New Year, so much that we’ve done it each day since.