Every Thursday, for as long as I can remember, the mamas have gathered at Shell Beach. We arrive, one-by-one, spreading blankets, chairs, sand toys, coolers and most of all, kids, all over the cool white sand. It's "our place," where the mamas can relax and the kids can run free.
Over the years, the number of little ones we have in tow has multiplied significantly. Now, once a week, we pretty much take over this little hidden, out-of-the-way patch of beach. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves intermingles with the squeals of happy babies, busy kids and chattering mamas. And all is good.
Our summer schedule has allowed me and the girls to once again take part in this weekly rendezvous with nature and friends. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to connect with both.