For me, the coast is magical, and I think I know the magic my girls felt as they ran barefoot on the beach, dug their tiny fingers in the cool sand and gathered sea shells, sticks and rocks in their tight little fists and bulging pockets.
They ran, skipped, waddled, jumped, twirled, splashed and reveled in the grandeur and magnificence of the world around them.
Rewind to my twentieth birthday. The day I entered a new decade of life, I also boarded a plane and flew to Los Angeles to be a nanny! It was there where I fell in love with the beach and the wind and the waves! During that year we lived in Vancouver BC for a short time. On a day off, we took a day trip to the near by mountains! We rode a gondola up.....higher and higher until everything was covered in a thick white snow! The soft white made everything feel slow and quiet. As we stepped off the gondola, we stepped into a winter wonderland! Children were bundled in mittens and snow caps. They laughed and chased each other around on a small ice skating pond. A horse drawn carriage brimming with rosy cheeked faces trotted through the trees. There was skiing, sledding, and a beautiful mountain lodge to escape the wintry nip and warm yourself with a huge mug of hot chocolate. It was a scene from a Norman Rockwell calendar. Complete perfection.
At the conclusion of our afternoon in the clouds we worked our way back to the valley and ended our day on the beach. My young heart pounded as I stood face to face with the crashing waves. The cold wind sent my hair whipping out behind me free and wild. All of us held hands and screamed into ocean, something we often did together. It was therapeutic, and in the end always turned into laughter. On that day I felt so small in a big world. I knew I was small, but I also knew I was an important part of this big picture!! I felt like the Grinch with a heart that grew and grew until it would burst. I wasn't a Grinch....just a changed person. I had a new love for the world I lived in. That day I grew hungry for sand and waves and trees and mountains and worlds within this world that I had not yet seen.
A traveler was born.
Our trip to the Oregon coast reawakened this sense of wonder and awe at the creation God offered as our home. We are lucky.....so lucky.
Our days on the beach were magic. The warmth and sun and cool breeze in November where so unusual and I took it as a big "I love you" from a generous Father in Heaven.
As we wandered the small trail away from the shore, Emilee whispered in my ear...."Mama, I'm hungry for sand". I smiled.
A traveler is born.