The weather, growing steadily warmer, has been calling me to the sea. Finally, two Sundays ago, we packed up the Jeep and made our way to the Atlantic Ocean. The water was a piercing blue that day. I love to look out at the horizon line and catch a tiny glimpse of just how big our universe really is.
Charlotte and I spent most of our time on the blanket. The last time we were at the beach, Charlotte slept in my arms the whole time–oblivious to the world in a way that only a newborn can be. This time my girl was crawling all over me, trying to eat sand, pulling off her hat (again and again and again), laughing at gulls, feeling the wind in her hair, and generally having a joyful time. Miracles.