Do You Live Here?

We decided fairly last minute to head to the beach last Weds afternoon... 

I was craving the salty air and some sand between my toes.

And more so - the chance to feel like this place with all it's beautiful beaches 

might be a place I could start to call home...

It did not disappoint.

Coco Beach is a pretty touristy place, and while it was the perfect place to take our first

trip to the beach I am super excited to try out many beaches

to try to find one that might become the family fav.

I so am craving that place for us to slip away to on a Saturday afternoon... 

(or Weds... you know, whichever works...)

but a place where we can just relax 

and feel like we're on vacation from life for a few hours at a time... 

We'll find it.  I'm sure of it.

For now though... Coco was more than great.

I'm pretty sure my girl was meant to be a beach bum...  
after all...

being at the beach means jumping waves till your legs hurt, 

building sandcastles,
giggles upon giggles,

silly sun hats,

dodging sunburns... 

eating sloppy cheeseburgers from local restaurants served over the pier

with grandparents who are cool enough to drive out just for dinner... 

and falling asleep hard on the way home -- 

content with all that had gone before 

and the rhythmic sound of the ocean waves still in your head.

If I close my eyes... I think I can still hear them...

While we are on the beach, a family asked us - "Do you live here?"

Why "yes," we said...  "yes we do"

What a strange realization... but days like today make me start to not only believe it,
but embrace it in the way that makes you know this might just be the best kind of life...
one of adventure, less worry, and some sand between my toes...
For now it's a call to contentment... and it's one I'm embracing with open arms.
(or as open as they can be with a three month old snuggling up in them) :)

PS---

on a totally separate note... meet Benen (my cute nephew!)