i have always loved the danger and bliss of the sea.
the knowing that what is beautiful can also crush you.
mini road trips for salt air + views.
time to let the day unfold at it own pace, to see your baby boy now as a little man,
puffed up and proud as he climbs + jumps his way out of toddlerhood.
to spend time with Mom + watch the intergenerational exchange between her + my children.
to see your husband again, anew... and realizing I love this man.
watching navia lost in a moment, singing to no one and everyone, and satine, being satine.
exploring rocks + caves + feeling eternal + small all at once in that Man vs. Nature kind of way.
space to dream, to unfold, to do nothing and everything by simply staring at the sea or noticing the golden light glistening on the soft fuzz of your daughter's arm,
and realizing you've never seen anything more beautiful,
these are the grand adventures...