Beach Life

Yesterday we found a new beach to explore.

We weren’t actually looking for a beach but we happened to come across it so went for a little mooch.

Our boys are at their happiest on a beach.

It doesn’t have to be a hot day for them to be happy.

They love the beach come rain or shine, they love to be in the sea, and they equally love to be crabbing and running around with coats on in the wind, and rain on the beach.

It is their happy place for certain.

And it isn’t just their happy place I love the beach I could spend all my time there.

Not just sitting and sunbathing, but walking and mooching.

It is the place I love to go to clear my head.

It is the place I feel the absolute closest to Rhianna.

There isn’t a doubt in my head that she would love the beach.

I am certain she would be an utter beach bum.

Running along the sand, in and out of the waves just like her brothers.

I have always thought it.

The fact that it is where I feel the closest to her makes me even more certain.

It’s doesn’t matter what kind of day we have had or how I am feeling before we get to the beach.

Once we leave the beach I feel calmer.

I feel at peace.

With all my children.

It’s a place I feel at home.

It’s a place where I know they are and would be their most happiest.

And that makes it the happiest place for me.