We live a very short drive to a few beaches and I’ve been making an effort to spend more time with our feet in the sand if it isn’t raining and nobody is screaming in my ear. I’ve gotten into the habit of packing a lunch on the days that Maggie has school and eating a picnic while playing until Audrey is ready for her nap. It hasn’t eliminated Witching Hour all togehter, but the afternoons are much happier for all of us on the days we’ve enjoyed the beach together.
Last week we were playing on a boat statue and a woman stopped and asked if she could snap a picture of all of us together. I fished my phone out of my pocket and handed it over to her, grateful that she extended herself to us in that moment. The picture is saved somewhere in the depths of my phone and it turned out that the woman that asked to take our photo once worked as a beach ranger with small groups of kids at the beach. She was happy to see us out enjoying them.
