Today, we're biking, building, digging, squealing, swimming, giggling, and taking big, deep breaths of saltwater air. We're also drinking in sweet time with one another and with my mom and dad, who are our generous hosts.
It's beautiful here. And incredibly relaxing. There is, perhaps, nothing that makes me exhale faster than laying on the beach in the warm sun, listening to the waves crash and the seagulls chirp. Such moments remind me, always, of how wonderfully and perfectly God loves me. And how undeserving I am of His gifts.
I'm reading a book (for fun) for the first time since February. The boys are smiling, and playing, and tired. Little Brother slept in a big boy bed for the first time and took to it instantly. No one is counting on me to cook. It is going to be a very, very good week.
I'm praying that I can take some of the calm home with me.
But there's no reason to think about that yet, is there?