The week before school started, we loaded up our minivan for the umpteenth time to head on one last adventure of summer.
I have to admit I was dragging my feet about this trip because we had already been gone SOOO much of summer, and making another treturous drive through the hot dessert didn’t sound that appealing… but we had a birthday girl with big plans, and so I pressed on.
We ended up having such a great time. The babies did well on the car rides (thank heavens!), the big girls got along so well the whole trip. We stayed near Manhattan beach, which we hadn’t been to before, and traveled around different parts of LA while we were there. (We usually stay further south, so this was new and exciting for us!) We showed the girls Santa Monica, downtown LA, and did so many fun fun things. But on one certain morning, we headed out to grab some bagels and decided to stop by the beach. Half of us were suited for the hotel pool, and the other half was still in PJ’s of some sort (me, Grae and Maj), but we decided to walk across the sand and let the water tickle our toes anyway. It was probably my favorite moment of the trip.
In this moment, Brady looked at me like this and my stomach flipped. This is the life we have always wanted, that we created together. Our minivan full of our own children, experiencing and more importantly enjoying life together. That’s what these trips are all about for us. They are our love language as a family, and certainly in our marriage. I love all my little darlings cozied up at home, but something about changing our scenery sheds new light (in this case, beach-y sunlight) on all sorts of blessings that may had gone unnoticed otherwise. I love this season we’re in and I’m so proud we’re here.
Grae’s wild bedhead at the beach just about did me in.
I love this family of mine fiercely, and I hope they never ever forget it.