Where does one begin after two weeks away? After nine nights of coastal camping with a chatty toddler and a smiley little guy. After many, many miles traveled in the car, multiple ferries and one historical carousel. After fresh salmon and rockfish cooked on the open fire, night after night of outdoor decadence. Weeks worth of assistance by devoted friends. The aunties and uncles that choose your children. That you choose. After tremendous Happy Sad hilarity or Sexy Boyfriend cuteness. Cool, misty coffee filled mornings. The brilliance of long awaited sunshine. Total contentment holed up in our tent with a good book and a nursing boy. Yoga on the beach. Surfing for the posse. Dive bombing into sand pits. Telling stories around the fire. Mess and laughter and full, vivid days. Soaking up this time. This grace filled life.
