Saturday mornings have come to be one of my favorite times of the week. We’ve started a fun tradition of going to the beach with breakfast, a good book and a ton of sand toys. Leaving pretty much after a sweet little alarm clock known as Noah, climbs in our bed saying “time to go to beach”. Its so close, maybe a five minute drive, and there is even a coffee shop across the intersection from where we set up!
Because we get there between seven and eight in the morning, there is barely anyone on the beach, its warm but not unbearable. I sit, savor my latte, open my book and soak in this beautiful life I have with my three. I smile in thankfulness at the 6 a.m. weekend wake-ups when we leave a hot and busy beach at 11 a.m.
I can’t wait to bring little Lainey to the beach. I wonder if she’ll enjoy the sand and water as much as these two do. I wonder if she’ll like the feeling of sand between her toes and water on her little legs. I’m so looking forward to finding out.