I love the beach. I always have. Before kids, I loved it for the magnificence of the ocean, the peacefulness of the waves, the warmth of the sun, and the feel of the sand between my toes. I still love it for these things, but now I mostly love it for the joy I see in my kids when they are there. The little guy promptly creates a hole in which to sit and dig. The big guy wants to chase the waves along the water's edge, over and over and over again, squealing happy squeals.
We took a quick trip to Maine this weekend. We visited a picturesque Maine town and a beach that a friend aptly described as "a kid's paradise". My big boy was pretty upset that we had to come home. He said to me later that afternoon, "Mom, I like everything about Maine." I do too. We are already planning our next trip up there.
The rest of our weekend was filled with wonderful start-of-summer activities - riding bikes, blowing bubbles, eating outside, and running through the sprinkler. Summer has officially begun.