i carried you | a year older

while we were at the beach last week in south carolina, i remembered a post i wrote exactly one year ago. the monaco family beach trip included just parks and i for the majority of the week (tim sadly had to work) and was only parks’ second time to the shore. i remember telling him, ‘this is the sea. do you hear that? that’s a wave. it’s the water breaking on the shore. do you feel that? that is sand. you can see imprints of your feet sink into it. the taste on your lips? that is salt. isn’t it so beautiful?” i would tell him as he slept. 

ps: i can’t stop listening to this

it is hard for me to go to the beach and not sit and reflect. i reflect about gratitude, hardships, overcoming obstacles … the year that led up to the trip. i remember feeling vulnerable last year, as i sat on the porch with a cup of black coffee and wrote this post. today, i thought i would share it again- as parks experienced the magic of the atlantic coast as a toddler this year, i could not help but think about how i still carry him. and how a piece of me always will. 

each summer brings so much reflection, so much hope (and sometimes shame) 

i am learning to let go – to embrace empathy- yet not let it determine my worth 

it is a journey and i hope to do more simple things this year

simple things- done with care 

xo