Evvie and I got home from Toronto late Saturday night after a long day of travel. I was emotionally and physically haggard, despite the wonderfully successful trip.
The sunrises over the ocean have been glorious since the beginning of fall, and we awoke Sunday morning to the promise of sunshine and 73 degrees. I needed to be with the kids and Justin because the travel, as much as I love what I’m doing, is hard. It’s hard on my bones and it’s harder on my mind, leaving and shifting our family orbit.
This season of chaos with four young children-it’s addicting. It drives me crazy most of the time but I cannot and would not live without it, either.
We are pass holders at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. I felt when we purchased them that we’d surely burn out of going after a few months, but each time is just as much fun as the last. There are little discoveries each time we go, and there’s a new story to go along with them.
It’s a little bit hectic but it’s a lot entertaining. These kids have gone from playing on rubber matted, fenced in playgrounds in Manhattan to frolicking within their very own amusement park on the beach in California.
Their childhood smells like hot dogs and pretzels and sounds like a Katy Perry song.
I can’t imagine what nostalgia will be like for them, but to me it feels pretty fantastic already, like I’m peering down a kaleidoscope at their childhood.
It was perfect and exactly what I needed. Sunshine and corn dogs are a jet lag cure-all (you heard it here first).