a beach morning

i love her belly.  like really really love it.

saturday morning matt and i woke with no real plans for the day ahead.  we had my nephew's birthday dinner later that night, but nothing until 5:30!  it was kinda like christmas.  we've been on such a go-go-go spiral these days with trips and plans and while it has been so much fun, it has been exhausting.  so we welcomed the relaxing day ahead.  we decided to pack up our tiny love and head to the beach.  georgia loves the ocean.  it almost scares me how much she loves it.  she wiggles and tries her hardest to run full speed ahead into the water.  and when a wave comes and knocks her down?  she looks at me and laughs, ready for more.  it leaves matt and i scratching our heads, because this child of ours truly has no fear.  i see things in my baby that i wish i would've had and it makes me excited.  i never want to tame her wild spirit - only foster and encourage it.  i don't want to her to fear things or second guess herself like her mama.  i want her to make a decision and run with it, never looking back.  and truth-be-told she's pretty good at that so far.  and i like that about my sweet baby.

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I  have been so selfish this week and have completely soaked up the sun and lost track of reality.  I kind of felt bad when I looked at my untouched to-do list this morning.  But after all, isn't that the point of going to the beach?  When I was little the point was to build sand mansions and castles where my prince and princess lived.  Then I got a little older and the reason for the ocean was to ride on my dad's shoulders through  the waves because he's not afraid of anything.  I aged some more into my teens and the purpose for a beach outing was solely sunning.  I needed to be as bronze (aka burnt) as possible with no tan lines.  Now I'm 26 and a lot of that has changed.  I'm a sun psycho and wear SPF 110 on my face plus a hat.  The water scares me a bit more now that I am old enough to read about those rare shark attacks.  And the "to do" of the beach is more real as I have to find parking, pay for parking and haul all of my chairs and towels to the sand.  But still the beach is a place of peace.  Despite my changing views of the beach - and life really - the ocean offers hope.  The ocean offers a place to forget about everything else.  There is no to-do list or schedule of activities.  It is the one place on earth where you can truly just be.  So back I go, to my chair at the water's edge.  I vow to myself to be more productive next week, knock off more of those little tasks that never seem to get done.  Oh and I promise Antigua updates next week too :)  At least I know I'll keep one of those.  Happy Weekend and go get you some Vitamin D!