19 Mar little people at the beach
Spring Break 2012: Four hours on an airplane followed (the next day) by almost six hours in a car — including one carsick toddler — would leave a mama fairly stressed, no?
I was…until we sat on the beach and the kids buried my feet in sand and we listened to the waves lap the shore. It was impossible not to relax. Thanks to some dear friends who hosted us in their condo just steps away from the sand, B woke up and yanked back the curtains and exclaimed “The ocean! It’s RIGHT there! I want to stay here FOREVER and EVER.”
We couldn’t, of course, but we put a piece of Florida — sand, shells — in a Mason jar, which she is sleeping with as I type this. A promise we’ll return.