Yesterday we finalized our summer reservations at the beach. I had put it off, waiting to see when the professional development for our new reading series would be scheduled this summer. But this last week I decided I had waited long enough. And it’s a good thing I booked it when I did, because our choices were limited as it was.
Now my mind is at the beach. I can (almost) sense the beach breeze in my face, and feel the sand between my toes. I can see the bright shimmer of the summer sun, and feel its warmth on my skin. Yes, I can also smell the tropical coconut suntan lotion, too.
I can taste the delicious seafood and other special dishes we look forward to enjoying on our trip. I am already counting the times we’ll be able to eat out and trying to prioritize my meal choices. We are staying a couple of extra nights this time, and I can’t wait.
Although we are blessed to have a cabin at a local lake, there is something magical about our week at the beach. The getting away, the lack of responsibility, the time with our (grown-up) children, the positive energy from other happy folks around us – it all makes for a delightful experience that we cherish. And part of the fun is the anticipation of it all. Only 100 days away!