I remember the first time I went to the beach. I was eleven. I wanted to run out into the waves like a movie star. The sand and the waves got in the way and I ended up fumbling my way to the water.I would spend the next 5 years in a beach town and return again in my late teens. Long enough to create many new memories of the beach. It is a place that is different at different times in your life. Now, I sit on the beach and I listen to the soothing sound of the waves crashing and I feel the breeze blow. I tell myself to let go of all my stress and worries and relax for a change. I watch my babies play in the sand.
The beach wasn't always this way. There was time it was quite the party place. I remember cars lined all the way down and all the pretty girls walked slowly down the beach talking to the surfer boys and drinking whatever mixed concoction they had with them. I miss the ability to wear those swim suits, but that's about it. There is a time and place for everything.
The babies loved the beach. They ran into the water and then back onto the shore, laughing and screaming. Rowan would spot a group of sea gulls and walk ever so slowly up to them until she got really close and then she'd run and scream and they'd all fly away at once.
The beach wasn't the only bit of fun we had. Andre's mom is in town from Bolivia. The girls ran to her as if no time had passed. I tell you, they can spot a person ready to spoil them. Truly, they adore their Abuelita.
We were also able to celebrate Ivette, Isabella, and Little Austin's birthday. Isabella and Austin have grown so fast its amazing. They are wonderful children and are becoming more beautiful and sweet every year.
Ivette is doing really great too. She has inspired me to work out. Unfortunately, it only lasted one trip to the gym. Perhaps Thanksgiving will refresh my resolve to get in shape. Ivette and Austin are always fun to be around. We stayed up late laughing and talking. We even saw Moon too.
