When her big toe hits the sand......

On the way home from our little jaunt yesterday I was recalling family trips to the very same spot. There were a couple of times when Mum sustained some kind of injury just before or on holidays. It's a common thing,holidays mean leaving familiar situations behind and with new situations come undreamed of hazards but I digress........
there would usually be a bit of consternation and Dad would say "As soon as her big toe hits the sand she'll be happy."
Now, I know that it was Mum's get-on-with-it attitude that got her through some of those times but I also know that Dad was right and yesterday I realised just how much I'm like Mum.

When we round a bend

or crest a hill

and the ocean is laid out before me,

sparkling ...

I am happy.

When I see my cherubs enjoying the sea,

scouring the shore for treasures

or playing in the waves....

I am happy

When I visit a seaside boutique and finger gorgeous fabrics

on beautiful clothes

with wonderful colours,

exquisite details

or a perfect cut....

I am happy.

When I look at the fabulous shapes of the branches overhead,

smell the bush,

feel the sun on my back....

I am happy.