We brought more beach home with us this week than all the months we've lived here combined. I've already given up on my poor car - it's in a constant state of sand.
With each turn of laundry I shake the lint trap over a wastebasket. More beach. But how can I complain? (I did crawl into bed last night and stretched my hands against the cool sheets and under my pillow and more beach, in my bed.)
We said goodbye to our friends this morning, and felt full from a good time spent together. I'm a little jealous at the sights they will see on their journey home, and I turn my eyes to school supply lists and earlier bed times in the coming weeks. But you never know with us what surprises might be waiting around the corner, or wave, or sand hill.
These are the days when life is good, and we live it up.