You won’t be seeing much of me around the Internet for the rest of this week.
The boy and I (and his Nana) are taking a little road trip, a last hurrah before kindergarten starts — gulp!
As you’re reading this, and as my husband is holding down the fort at home, we’re relaxing at beautiful Kure Beach in North Carolina.
It is just a short trip, but so what I need to relax, unwind, disconnect, if even for just a few days.
Let’s hope this is true:
I plan to read this book and think about the lessons it offers:
I plan to sleep late, then chase my little boy through the ocean. We’ll hunt for seashells and build sandcastles and dig our toes in the sand. We’ll buy tacky beach souvenirs, maybe even a hermit crab and pray he survives the drive home. I plan to enjoy the treat of a private outdoor shower and dine on fresh caught seafood. I’ll drink wine on the deck and have long conversations with my mom, staying up way too late.
I will be taking time to breathe.
By the weekend, we’ll be home. But we’ll be longing for the ease of days spent at the beach, where schedules don’t matter, where naps are essential and where sunburned faces and windswept hair make a person that much more beautiful.