This is Part Two of thoughts at the beach. Read Part One here. Day 3, morning It’s our last morning at the beach. My parents and I head home today. This is when the long ride is tiresome and I don’t want to sit in my wheelchair for hours. I wish we could tap our feet...
Today I’m sharing Part One of what I wrote at the beach last week. Come back tomorrow for the rest of it. Day 1, afternoon I’m writing with a view of the ocean. And the warm breeze blows through my beach-y hair. It’s a mess, but I don’t mind. We’re on vacation...
A change of scenery. A break in the rhythm of daily life. I was reminded last week how good it is to change our normal routine every so often. This time my parents and I were able to go to the beach for a few days. Vacations take work to prepare, pack, plan meals, and...
Some days fly by. Seasons can be over before you realized what happened or what you forgot to do. We can rush through certain times of the year without fully welcoming each individual day. Thanksgiving and Christmas are upon us. The weeks in between can be marked by...