Those vacation day blues. I've got it bad. We all do. Annie and Lucy haven't been out of pajamas in a couple days, naps are plentiful and sunshine is limited in the house. Honestly, if it weren't for the week that our maid came (I know. I'm a brat.), I swear we would have still been ankle deep in beach crap. Luckily though... because she was coming I did do some laundry and then stuffed all the rest in to our closet to live for a couple weeks. You know what... I'm okay with it.
I mean, let's be real. If you had seven days of unfiltered, abundant, laughter-filled moments of family time with the most beautiful backdrop, wouldn't you mourn its loss just a little? No? Well, then. I want to be YOU when I grow up... or do I?
On a different day, I would make every attempt to explain to you that for the wellness of my mind and body, my feet belong in the sea. The magic of laughter found from chasing waves or catching crabs between sugary sand dunes with flashlight yielding children, leaves imprints on my heart that even the purest of shoreline waves can’t wash away. All my worry and anxiety and frustrations take backseat and for the first time in what seems like forever I can breathe again. Like lung filling, no hesitation, take down the world sorts of breathing. Not to mention, dang. My nails look pretty darn stellar at the beach. In beach life we eat better. We sleep better. We play better. But even the most eloquent of expressions (and this is not that) would absolutely do little to truly identify the solace and safety I find there. So... I won't explain it.
I'll just show it.
Because these people...
and their shenanigans...
in this place ...
casts the most beautiful light in my heart.
Now to seek out "vacation mode" Julie in my every day life. Oh the greatness that could be.
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