Daniel has finally given me the opportunity to write one of
these blog entries. This one is about
our before thirty visit to the beach with the kids. If you know me, this is going to be short and
sweet.
Just recently I had a client who went on and on about the
freedom in her life for not having children.
How she and her husband can go where they want, see what they want, do
what they want and not have to worry about children at home, or having to take
care of them. I just smiled and nodded
(because I was hoping for a big tip), but in my mind I felt so sorry for her
that she had not yet experienced the world through the open eyes of a child.
Daniel and I have both visited beaches at times in our
lives. We even had the opportunity of
living next to a beach in Hawaii for three months. The reason we put this one on our list wasn't for us, it was for our kids. We live in
landlocked Utah. And we don’t often get
the chance to visit any water, let alone a beach. So when we pulled up to Ocean Beach, (we know
incredibly original name), the excitement and anticipation in our van was
palpable. The doors were literally
bursting open with little Mason, Madi, and Burke wanting to get out there and
see the sand, surf, and sun.
Although we've been to several different beaches, seeing
this beach with our kids, exploring each seashell, each seaweed, each wave, and
each grain of sand was entirely new.
This was one of our favorite before thirties as a family, and we look
forward to experiencing it again with our kids.
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