My Mom and I are Rainbow Chasers. I decided if I ever started a band, that’s what I’d call it: Rainbow Chasers. It had been storming and the sun came out. I kept pacing the deck, determined to find a rainbow. Sure enough, one appeared.
Me and my sisters, in line to get ice cream.
While we were waiting for breakfast at the pier house, I walked out on the pier with my camera.
I just posted some of my favorite pictures from our annual beach trip on my Flickr account.
When I got back last year, I wrote about tradition. This year, I thought a lot about sharing.
My sister is getting married this weekend. Next year, Brent will join us on our annual trip. There’s something sacred about sharing this place with someone else. There are so many memories and traditions we have there. It’s something I look forward to every year. And next year, we’ll be expanding our circle.
But, I think that’s the beautiful thing about marriage. It’s not replacing. It’s not all leaving and cleaving. It’s sharing. It’s about expanding the circle. It’s a blending of traditions and a merging of lives. Living life together. Sharing.
That’s all we really want anyways, right? Someone to live life with. Someone to share moments with. Successes and failures. Joys and heartaches. Laughing and crying. Not just the big, significant milestones, but the small things too, the things that often get overlooked that make up so much of who we are.
Yeah, the beach is about sharing. Sharing part of who we are with each other.
