I’ve been a bit down with all this rain and cold weather. The other day it was so cold you could see your breath. How is this still happening in June?
And while I would love to complain about this country and it’s miserable climate, I thought I should at least try and focus on something a bit more uplifting.
I miss it.
I had a friend who once said that her happiness is proportional to her proximity to the ocean. I couldn’t agree more.
Except that here I am, on an island, literally surrounded by water (from both sky and sea), and it’s just not the same.
It’s not home.
So to reminisce a bit, I thought I’d put up a few pictures of Josh’s first trip to the beach. He was four months old and we had gone out to California for Christmas.
I was determined that the first time he set his eyes on an ocean, it would be the Pacific.
It has a special place in my heart and I am certain it will in Josh’s also.