We packed hardly anything, lived off of chips and hummus and yogurt and bananas for almost a day, and it was wonderful.
I'm normally not a fan of spontaneity, because lets face it, who on earth can be spontaneous with kids? You just can't. They have to be fed, and clothed, and cared for, and that usually takes planning, but for some reason, the stars aligned, and we were actually able to pull this one off. We were able to pack up in an hour (which is unheard of for me, it usually takes at least a day) and unpack in 30 minutes.
Ahh. And to have to take out my sunglasses and put them on was so glorious. I didn't realize how much I had missed the sun.
We spent the first day at the beach. The J man set up a nice little temporary home for us for the day with a half tent, food, blankets, sand toys, kites, and balls, and we just played for like 6 hours.
The sight of my kids running on the sand, finding forts, and sea shells, and running in the waves and away from the waves, made me so happy.
This world is beautiful. The sandy bums, the blue sky, the wispy white clouds, the rushing waves over the black rocks, the diamond like shimmer that happens when the sun hits the sand, the kite that flies up and makes you feel like just for a moment it's you up there in that beautiful sky. The little bubbles that pop up in the wet tide. The birds that run faster than the eye can watch with their shadows behind them. The little legs of Buster running as fast as he can away from the incoming waves, with his head cocked back, and a cackle in his throat. The picture of my husband hand in hand with our daughter as they walk towards the waves for a surf session (which didn't happen because it was too cold, but it doesn't matter it was still a darling picture). The picture of Liv gathering sea rope to decorate a fort that she found on the beach and make it look "homey". The view of the War-bird's bare abdomen, as he quenches his thirst after not stopping for hours of fun in that same spot in the ocean where the waves kept hitting his legs. And of course the image of our little sand puppy, Ruby, who is noticeably the fourth child, as clearly evidenced by the sand in her mouth, up her nose, and everywhere in between.
I'm being sappy, but something about the beach just brings out the sentimental in me. I guess because it's a complete moment of happiness. There's nothing you need to do at the beach. You CAN do things at the beach, but you don't have to. You can just sit for hours and watch the waves crash onto the sand over and over and over and over. All the while feeling the soft rumble underneath your body, while your senses take in the salty smell, and the soothing sounds of birds and waves and wind. Or you can build a sand castle, or fly a kite, or run in the waves, or surf, or run along the water, or explore, or find shells and drifted treasures. Or. Or. Or. So many options at the beach. Do I sound like a used car salesman or a hippie? Maybe both? Alright. I'll stop.
Here's some pics from our Spontaneous Long Beach Trip.
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| As always, my minion, looking right at home at the beach. |
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| Our little sand puppy. |
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| Liv making her fort "homey" |
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| The War-bird coming in from a body womp |
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| Fourth Child |
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| Liv- making the death walk to the cold water J-Man- trying to convince her that it's not that bad. |
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| That happy face is a result of being told "Don't worry, it's your choice, you don't have to try surfing if you don't want to". |
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| Gulp Gulp |
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| I call this next one : FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS |
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| Nap time for Ruby |
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| Making do without the tripod |
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| Star Fish Time! |
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| Ripples in the sand |
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| My favorite 8 year old |
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| What the waves looked like that day |
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| Plovers at twilight |
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| Sunset on the water |
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| Cozy in the hotel room |
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| The Rubles playin in the water |
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| Layin out with my favorite peeps |
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| Driving on the beach |
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| Me and my sweet man with our sweet van |
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| And I only yelled once while trying to take a picture of all four of them, ok maybe twice. |
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| It might seem crazy what I'm about to say Sunshine she's here, you can take a break I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space With the air, like I don't care baby by the way {Uh} [Chorus:] Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do |
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