Today I think of sand. White gorgeous beaches in Maui where John, the kids and I vacationed last year. The peaceful serenity of waves crashing into the beach.
The memory of my “hate to get dirty” Ronin covered in a layer of sand on his arms, legs, face and head … and he doesn’t seem to care. He’s just having fun.
The adorable sun hat on wee baby Ellie on her first sunny family vacation.
John happily splashing in the surf.
I think of the sand I overlook in my first apartment in Los Angeles 13 years ago right on the boardwalk of Venice Beach.
Napping with my windows open, the cool ocean breeze blowing in across my face. The sounds of tourists enjoying the beach and the vendors on the boardwalk outside my window.
The amazing African drummers set up on the beach. Listening to the rhythmic beat and truly enjoying it. The fun of it. The strength of it.
I think of sand on the beaches in Florida with my high school girlfriends. Our annual reunions begun 6 years ago as a testament to our 20 year friendship.
Talking of the joys of motherhood. The challenges. Getting into silly arguments, deep discussions and more than a few drinks.
I think of sand on the unbelievable beaches of Bora Bora where John and I honeymooned 6 years ago.
The relaxation. The beauty. The sex.
Today the memories of sand make me happy.
This post is for the prompt: SAND for The Red Dress Club RemembeRED.