Restoration

Water has an amazing restorative quality.

I am in Palm Coast, FL – about one hour northeast of Orlando.  The sun is shining and the weather is lovely.  I love the beach.  Yesterday and today, the newest man in my life ventured with me down to the beach.

He didn’t try to eat the sand! Yay!

JP found the beach and the waves to be calming also.  We enjoyed listening to the crash of the waves, feeling the sand in our toes, and the cool water wash over our feet.

I love that he loves the beach!

I didn't have time for a pedicure, but WHO CARES?!

Every time Ego started trying to get me riled up, I just breathed.  Deep breaths.  Ocean air.  Rolling waves.  Baby squeals.

This short, short time away has been nothing short of a restoration for my tired, frazzled, self-conscious, perfection-seeking soul.  I miss my little guy at home, but I’m happy to know that he’s having fun on his ‘vacation’ and not missing his momma and da-dad too terribly.  Auntie Kathy is the best, after all.

I just have to keep breathing.  I want to be relaxed and refreshed like this, all the time.  I’m scared to death of falling back into the old routine of self-beratement the minute I get off the plane in C-town.

Remember the breath.  All I need, all that really matters–is my little family.  I could also use a little yoga tomorrow night.  To maintain my new-found focus.