Be There Now
We are finally here. All year, while driving, and doing dishes, and getting up before it’s even light to make breakfast, I’ve been dreaming of the beach. Though I love my house, and my friends in New Jersey, my thoughts often drift back to my own childhood summers spent on the beaches of Long Island. There’s something about the ocean that makes me feel more, well, me. This year, because of the kids’ camp and my husband’s work schedule, summer is winding down by the time we make our annual trek to the Hamptons. I could barely wait. The thought of digging my toes into the warm sand, feeling the sun on my skin, and having nothing to do but watch the waves swell had sustained me through the most difficult moments of mothering during the school year.
All the ingredients for a perfect beach day are in place. The skies are still and blue, there’s just a hint of a late-summer breeze, and the water temperature is just right. There’s plenty of food, and I remembered to bring the book I’ve been wanting to read. We have lots of fresh towels and there’s even a bathroom nearby. The kids are set with brand new skimboards to surf the shoreline. We have the whole afternoon in Paradise.
So why aren’t we enjoying it?



































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