I am trying not to bore you too much with all the beach pictures, but we will be leaving soon and I feel the need to soak it up as much as possible. This has been one of the most relaxing and enjoyable places we have had the privilege of visiting.
Charbie and I head out together almost every morning in search of sunshine, shells, exercise and a daily conversation with the big blue ocean. I am not much of a morning person, but I have experienced some breathtakingly beautiful mornings out on the beach. This morning was one of those special days where I felt as if I were in the right place at the right time, and even the dreary, rainy afternoon could not take away from my picture perfect morning on the beach.
It is a rare occasion when our house is actually quiet. But I am sitting here on a Saturday morning, and except for the keyboard tap-tapping, it is… silent. Rob was invited to a football game in Missoula and has already been picked up. The kids are asleep, or are still in their room at least. I was lying in bed wanting to fall back asleep myself, when I realized how rare it is that I am the only one awake. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity, so here I am, sitting in the dark. Alone.
I have never been a morning person, but I must admit that I like this time of day. It is fresh. New. A clean slate. The opportunity to do things right, or at least better, to move forward after yesterday’s mistakes. Today, I will… be more patient, listen more, gripe less. The possibilities are endless.
So, today it is just me and the kids. A whole Saturday we can do anything we want with. We have our blank canvas in front of us and our color palette ready. Perhaps today we will paint the town… yellow.