My mind was a little hazy on day 2. The night before we’d gotten back to camp and crawled into our sleeping bags… all of us by 8:30… unshowered of course. After the kids were safely tucked in we sat outside the tent and listened to them giggle and tell each other stories.
Justin asked, “Do you want to light a fire?”
To which I replied, “I don’t really want to smell like campfire and beach.”
So instead of cuddling by a campfire and listening to the ocean we crawled into the tent with our crazy munchkins. The artificial waves made by the noise maker app on my phone lulled us to sleep, drowning out most of the noise made by our neighbors.
We were down at our campgrounds beach by 7 am (San Onofre State Beach). It was a gray day, which may sound depressing, but it was more cozy. It wrapped us all up together as a family on that beautiful Sabbath morning, shutting out the rest of the world. Justin wanted to surf and I had a goal of looking into my kids eyes and really playing with them. I got slightly caught up in taking pictures, and Max refused to walk anywhere on the rocky beach even with shoes on, but I did a decent job of reaching my goal.
We found a ready made fort. It was exciting for a second… but the best part of forts is actually building them, so the excitement lasted about 2.5 seconds. Only take a picture of the rocks mom, not me! A surfer showed us all the baby lobsters, surfers are really some of the nicest people on the planet. There was NO ONE on that beach, just some surfers in the water… and so many treasures to be found.
My kids quickly got to the, “When is Daddy going to take us out?” point. They have the ocean running through their veins like their Daddy. I love the ocean. It has always moved me, made me feel closer to God, brought me peace. Justin loves to be IN the ocean for all the same reasons. Eventually I got in too. There is only so much observing and enjoying you can do, at some point you’ve got to jump in.