"Jesus doesn't participate in the rat race. He's into the slower rhythms of life." - Lysa Terkeurst
A couple of weeks ago... in the midst of our crazy... I felt a pull go to the water's edge. Cody was gone for the entire weekend, having been hired to do a freelance landscaping job out of town. It was just the boys and I for two whole days - the three of us to keep each other company, along with the millions of thoughts swirling through my head and a to-do list five miles long. I needed a break in general, and I needed to find calm and peace.
On a complete whim, we stopped at a Subway on Saturday night, got our sandwiches to go, and headed to what has become one of our favorite spots by the river. The night was sunny but cool enough for leggings - and warm enough to wade in the water. We were the only ones on the beach, which was perfect since the boys thought to bring their Frisbee along, and they would need plenty of room to spread out with it. We threw a picnic blanket down on the sand, tossed our flip flops to the side, and spent a good three hours doing nothing but playing in the sand, rolling down the massive sand pile, constructing our own little moats on the river's edge, and watching the jet skiers and pontoon boats speed by, making rippling waves that the boys loved to splash in. We stayed until the sun set, making angels in the sand and getting as filthy as possible. And by the time we were done and home, the boys had to rinse off outside with the hose before coming inside for showers that required lots of soap and lots of scrubbing. It was one of the best nights, and it was just what I needed.
Picture overload. They are some of my favorites.