I keep going back to California with Kris for his continuing ed classes because I just can't get enough of the coast.
We were in Laguna Hills this last weekend which is pretty inland, but we drove out to Laguna Beach to try to get a fin for Kris's surfboard that would work better for the area. It was kind of a stressful night. All the kiddos were up way past their bedtime, they were all exhausted and Lucy was crying and crying. I couldn't get her to stop the whole time we were driving.
So I had Kris park the car and leave me with the little ones while he and Max ran over to the store. Well....Lucy was totally poopy, poop everywhere. Luckily the minivan we rented had a lot of space for baby changing. So I changed her. And even more luckily, right behind where we parked was the ocean! I changed the baby and turned around and there was the sunset starting. It was gorgeous. So Sandy Lucy and I walked over to the edge--it was kind of a steep hill down to the beach--and had a seat to enjoy the show.
It was so peaceful and gorgeous! The sounds, the colors, the breeze, the salty air. It just reminded me why I love the ocean. And though there's so much to dislike about CA, I love the dang state too. I can't help it.
And then Kris came and the sun set and everybody cried all the way back to the hotel. But that's ok. At least there was that moment. Sometimes that's all we've got to go on.
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I like that. Life is mostly work and frustration, and tripping over things. But there are those moments, and we tend to string them, as though nothing happened between (either the sweet moments or the galling ones - usually not both, I think) and that's the life I think we end up laying on the alter at the end. Of course she'd be poopy. There's a rule: when it's difficult in the first place, there is always more poop.
I know what you mean about California. You have to love it, even when you hate so much of what goes on there. Kinda like she says in Joe Vs. the Volcano. And besides, look at that face you had with you.
Lovely beach and smiley boy. Wish I was there.
Always such a difference in the comments---Mom is so poetic and I'm so plain.
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