My kids were 14 and 3 in this photo. It was close to sunset and they were enjoying the warm July weather on Whidbey Island. Dave Mackie Park at the south end of the island to be exact. My son was skimboarding and my daughter was just splashing and rolling in the sand. You know, because there was a small spot on her that wasn’t yet fully en-grained with sand.
About 5 second after this my son jumped out of the water screaming and grabbing at his shorts. I assumed he had been stung by a jelly fish or nipped by a grouchy crab. Nope. He had forgotten to take his phone out of the pocket of his shorts and it was now thoroughly soaked with salt water and sand. Lesson learned.
There’s something about the light at that time of day that I love. It typically means, to me, that you have been outside (at the beach) all day. You have sand in your hair. The smell of Coppertone still lingers on your skin even though your skin is maybe a little tight from too much sun. Every muscle in your body is relaxed and fully exhausted. You can almost taste the cold glass of wine that is waiting for you in the fridge at home and are almost guaranteed that the kids will be asleep at (or before) bedtime. What’s the saying? Life is good!
This particular week we spent with my husband’s family. His grandparents had flown out from Eastern Tennessee, his mom came from Virginia and his sister and her family came from Dallas. We had rented a house with a great yard and a hot tub close to the beach. What more could you want? Except maybe a couple more rooms.
We all got to do some stuff we wanted to do. I got to go for long runs on the country roads in the morning and sleep on the beach in the afternoon. My husband and son got to tour the Boeing Factory and take in a game at Safeco Field. My daughter and nephew got to go to beach every day and fly kites with Grandma. Grandma got to go to the beach every day and fly kites with her grandkids. My sister and brother-in-law had an opportunity to experience the Pacific Northwest in all its glory. Everybody was happy.
In a couple of weeks we will be packing up the truck and heading to San Diego to do it all again. My husband’s grandparents won’t be there this time. My son may or may not come. (Things like this aren’t quite as fun when you are almost 19.) My daughter and nephew, however, will once again enjoy the beach every day. My mother in law organizes these weeks to bring the family together from all over North America. Even though it’s only every few years it connects all of us with common memories.
The Best Things in the World is coming together as a family….once every 5 years.