We spent two days at the beach over spring break. It just so happened to fall on the 2nd anniversary of my dad's death. I found myself feeling inseparably connected to him on his beach. The beach we visited every year as family. The place where we would go as a family to escape it all and watch in awe as Daddy would ride the waves and drink the atmosphere into his soul.
I miss him. Daddy, this heart is for you.
I am trying to teach my kids how to love the beach just as much, but I can't, because I don't get in the water -- it's way too cold. I'll teach them how in Mexico where both the air and water are warm.
I guess my children don't need too much help -- they love the sand and the surf. Let's just say I was super smart and make them wear sweats to play in the sun. They thanked me for the cover.
We went to CA with our friends the Bliss family. Here are our girls and theirs'.
Here are our two big boys.
Here is the group digging holes, racing waves and enjoying every second.
I do love the beach. I do love my daddy. Here's to two years of learning how to live with loss and choosing to move forward by placing all my hope in the atonement of Jesus Christ -- repentance and resurrection.




















































