Good Monday morning! I am sipping my coffee, not in my usual spot in front of the fire, but snuggled under a throw near the crashing waves of the ocean. These past few days have been productive and relaxing, but now it is time to pack up and return to our cozy home on the lake. Madison and Nicolas left yesterday, so Steve, Flynn, and I watched a movie last night before heading to bed.
When we purchased this condo, it was completely furnished and decorated. While it was beautiful, we thought it was dated and perhaps dark. However, at my age, I am so over projects and renovations! We decided to paint, buy a new sectional, rugs, appliances, and add some new prints on the walls. Madison was a huge help with the color scheme, Steve did all the measuring and ordering, and I found the prints for the walls. Overall, it came together well, and, I think, is a good combination of the old and the new.
We stayed in most of the time, swimming, watching movies, and playing cards. One night Steve took me out to dinner, and Madison and Nicolas took Flynn for some tacos and fun. Our meal was delicious. We had fillets and sweet potatoes with asparagus, followed by a delicious apple tart! It was lovely, and as soon as we were done, I was back in the condo, face washed, and in my jammies!
My children love the beach. Perhaps it is because so many beautiful memories come from this exact place. My parents have come with us many times, and I know the memories of those trips will forever be in my children's hearts. I remember many days getting up to find a note my beautiful mother left me saying she and little Madison took some Pop-tarts and went for a walk on the beach. I remember my mom sitting under an umbrella, little Peyton nearby making sand cakes for her. And my mom pretending to eat and enjoy them, over and over again. I remember Steve and me watching from the window way up high as my dad put a young Rhett up on his shoulders and out to the water. And then watching as a wave knocked them over, and they came out laughing and laughing. I remember my mom, sitting near little Flynn, as she dug in the sand with the same plastic Sesame Street shovel that Peyton used years before, watching the waves she loved so much. I realize now that at any given time, in any given place, our daily moments can become wonderful memories our children will tuck into their hearts forever. As will I.
Well, my friends. Time for me to get up and get going. Thanks for visiting today. Tomorrow will find us back home, schooling at the kitchen table, preparing dinner, and doing laundry. Happy to have gone. Glad to be home. Have a wonderful Monday! I will be around to visit soon!