The waves were crashing in. The sand was cold between our toes.
The boys dug in the sand for buried treasure. They played dump dumps. They dug their toes in the sand. They giggled. They let the waves crash on their legs. Lew wiped sand in his hair. We brought half of the beach home with us. I sat there watching them completely care free being creative as they explored. They had no expectations of what the night should be like. They didn't already have it all planned out. Their joy was genuine and pure because they were finding happiness in the moment. In the exploration and the journey. This is something I am working on. I am finding myself often disappointed because things didn't go as I meticulously planned. I am working on not having as many expectations for people, for life, for me or for events. Just enjoying things as they are in the moment. Good or bad. It is a process for me. Something I envy that comes so easily for my little darlings. How have I forgotten it?
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