Our kids have a lot of great toys. They are never lacking for things to play with or create with. They are loved and cared for and they're really fortunate they are allowed and encouraged to be themselves.
And it's all of those things that make it so very lovely to watch them play with rocks at the beach. The lowest of low-tech toys.
Of course, a (lukewarm) hot chocolate from Habit is essential fuel for a sunny morning throwing rocks into the water. It's thirsty work, for sure.
In between taking photos and laughing, I spent a good amount of time combing through the pebbles looking for teeny, tiny pieces of beach glass. Blue, green, brown, clear; their once-sharp edges perfectly snubbed by tide after battering tide. I remember doing this for hours when I was younger.
Simple pleasures.
Don't let these photos of gorgeous weather fool you, because later on the same day it was pouring rain and windy and ...well, awful. There are smug bragging rights to be able to say we got out as a family and enjoyed this short window of sunshine.
My beautiful, beautiful family. Thanks for the much-needed pocketful of serenity.
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