We played frisbee by the shore and buried ourselves in the sand. It was a worry free day of any responsibilities we had back home. The kids were happy. The hubby was happy. I was happy.
Few things make me as happy as when I'm with my family at the beach. It's our safe haven. Thinking back on that day and all the rest of the summer days we'll be spending at the beach gives me something to look forward to.
It doesn't matter how hard my week is. It doesn't matter when my brain attacks me. It doesn't matter if I'm enough or not. When the week is over, I have to look forward to time spent with my favorite three people at our favorite sandy place. At the beach or not...being with them makes me happy. It makes me feel enough.
Life is good.