a weekend by the sea

You are the moon, 

dear love, 

and I the sea.

The tide of hope swells

hight within my breast,

and hides the rough

dark rocks of life’s unrest

when your fond eyes

smile near in perigee.

But when that loving face

is turned from me,

low falls the tide,

and the grim rocks appear,

and earth’s dim coast-line

seems a thing to fear.

“You are the moon, 

dear love, 

and I the sea.

// ella wheeler wilcox

the atlantic ocean is only a few hours from our home. when we get the chance to go, it’s always pretty magical. parks enjoyed the beach’s playground and splashing in the pools and nash met the ocean and had his first carousel ride … he was overjoyed by both. we enjoyed seafood and live music and cocktails and time together. 

“this is the sea. it’s your first time here baby boy. here is sand. this is a shell. do you hear that? that’s a wave. it’s the breaking of water onto the shore. do you feel the cool water trickling through your toes; the imprint of your feet into the sand. can you taste the salt on your lips? isn’t it all so remarkable- breathtaking.” i tell him as he rests on my chest. we sit quietly together; feeling grateful he has joined our family and grateful we are able to take in this memory with one another. these are the days.

the view from our balcony 

a moment in time 

a moment i know i will always remember

for as long as time

i hope your weekend had quiet moments

with your loved ones