Ah, a little break from the routine; it's the talk-like-a-pirate 5th annual end of summer beach reatreat for our family. Sun, water, a cozy rented beach house, 2 dogs, salt water taffy, lots of naps and beach walks.
The sea was calm and the sun was out. The mister and I took long, sweet walks together with our faces to the sand as we beachcombed for smooth glass, polished stones, agates and other earthly treasures. It was bliss.
Here I am with my angelitos and one sea dog. His name is Cooper but at the beach we call him C-Dawg.
Angels surrounded us and left their evidence.
Our rented house sat high on a cliff with windows out to the ocean.
There was a lot of napping.
Pirate sightings. Treasure collecting. Time spent staring at the rollers, listening to the sounds of mother soothing our spirits and reassuring us that life is sweet when we care for each other.
We found liquid gold in the sunsets.
We counted our blessings and then we slept soundly.