the salt, the sand, the waves!
CAMPING WITH BABIES AND TODDLERS IS HARD.
ok, now that we’ve covered the important stuff, let me tell you how the beach was…because bedtime was FOR THE BIRDS.
but really. the afternoon we arrived, we went immediately to the beach to swim before dinner. I walked into the water until the waves were hitting my waist, looked at my mom and said, “I’m going to just stand here and let the waves hit me until they wash away everything but my presence.” or maybe “until they wash away all of the things.”
I don’t remember my exact words. but something about the rhythmic power and pressure of the waves…it wasn’t so much “washing” anything away as much as it was “pounding” away everything I was hanging on to and needed to let go of. it’s so holy. so cleansing. I felt immediately present and relieved and renewed. water. so powerful. forces you to stand your ground too.
as far as the drive down, I put this super relaxing picture of me up on Instagram (@kmgenovese), lounging in one of the back beds with a magazine. like I was going to get to read. the trip went a little something more like this:
Austin played kitchen in the bathroom, Sophia read, they drew on everything with (thankfully, washable) markers. and yep, stickers on my face. his little giggle was priceless every time he got one placed just where he wanted it. #worthit
the campsite was so Texas-coast-cute. the only thing between us and the beach was a row of sunflower-covered dunes. if you’re in Texas, September is definitely the time to be here. not too hot. water is warm. plenty of sunshine. gorgeous.
as in most life, and especially life with young kids, the trip was a smattering of work and beautiful stolen moments of sweetness, love and silly. morning beach walks/bike rides, sunrises, sunsets, and salty, sandy kisses. good food on the grill including fresh shrimp off the boat after it came in and, of course, really good coffee.
and the start of my 32nd birthday and my 33rd year. here. we. go.
next time we’re out in the Moho, we’ll be out sans kids and plus two good friends. best start to the month of November that I can think of.
until then,
the Genovese crew