February 25, 2017
Today we went to the beach with my grandchildren. It was breezy, a little brisk, a little windy, but certainly a beach day.
The sky was blue, the sun was partially out and the water pressed the shores of the ocean like music to my soul.
There is music in the sounds at the beach. The air you breath, the sand on your feet and the tiny sea shells that represent the outer covering of something that used to be alive.
The beach calls my name more than any other place on earth. The water calms me, the ocean amazes me and the majesty of God’s creations are everywhere around you.
To me the beach signifies hope, birth, life at it fullest measure and infinate beauty everywhere you look.
The beach uses your senses like no other place on earth. The sand on your feet, the salt in the water, the smell of the ocean air, the sounds of the rushing water and the majesty of the waves crushing high into the shore all make your experience even more magical.
The beach represents freedom, youth, adventure and the hope for a better tomorrow.
To watch a child play on the beach tells a story in itself, to see them laugh, imagine and explore the majestic scenery is a sight to behold.
Today I made a memory. Today my granddaughter held my hand. Today her grandpa carried her over rocks, pebbles and huge mud pools. She laughed, she processed, and she became more enlightened in her beautiful surroundings.
My grandson ate rocks, slid down muddy slopes and ran into unfamiliar places. He chased his dreams and ate string cheese, a part of a banana and teddy grams. He smiled at his grandpa, laughed at me and he just looked like something out of a picture book.
Today I got a gimpse of what worlds without end really means. There are endless possibilites. This world is a beautiful place, and we just have to hold on and enjoy the ride. One glorious moment at a time.