April 9, 2009, I am within days of the sites, sounds, and smells of the ocean...waves crashing or gently rolling in, gulls flying noisily overhead, the smell of the ocean in the breeze and the taste of the salt on my skin. I can close my eyes and hear, see, and taste it all even now as I sit land locked amidst snowy mountaintops. The ocean is my souls happiest place. I can sit surrounded by the sea and all the magnificence of it and just be me. I have many memories attached to the ocean.
California memories... my Dad standing in the surf with his pants rolled up casting his line out over the waves over and over again while I wandered close by looking for shells. Santa Monica Pier, black and white pictures taken in a booth, Hot Dogs on a Stick and Lemonade shared with my sister, and on other beaches, bonfires at night where the smell and sounds of the sea mingled with the smells and sounds of the fire and a million stars twinkled overhead, Malibu, Carmel by the Sea, Monteray, Big Sur, San Francisco, Half Moon Bay, Point Mugu (camping with Kelly) all beaches all with memories.
New England memories...A magical day spent on Block Island and how sick the ferry ride made me. A sweet good intentioned old lady seeing how green I was and trying to force saltine crackers while I meekly shook my head and lay on the deck of the ferry wishing I were dead, Mystic Seaport and days spent there with my Mom and Sister exploring. Boston, Plymouth Rock, Provincetown...so many memories.
Florida memories...Panama City how brilliantly white the sand was, and how it squeaked when you walked through it. Daytona Beach with Aaron as a little man of two years.
And then back to the California memories made with Aaron and Abbey on all our many trips to La Jolla. Boogie Boarding, hunting for shells, searching the tide pools, and swimming...family trips ... fabulous memories.
So off we go tomorrow. Matt, Ally, Lacey, and I, off to the sea, to the sea, to the beautiful sea. We will have an adventure, sing at the top of our lungs, laugh, and make new memories. We will walk amongst the palms, stand on the wedding lawn, and creep down 145 steps to Sunny Jim's Cave. I look forward to each and every moment, and I look forward to the continued search for that perfect piece of seaglass with another member of the family, Lacey. I hope she finds as much magic at the seashore as I do, and I hope in the years to come our family may find a piece of our own bottle of blue.
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