We are back home from spending 3 days at the beach in Port Aransas and I have to say, I am glad to be back in the 'mild' humidity of the hill country air. That sandy, salty and sticky air at the beach made me just feel gritty all the time! I am so glad that we could go though. I enjoyed the relief from looming piles of dirty dishes and laundry, the girls had a marvelous time splashing and digging (Rose splashed, Anne dug) and Jason had a few days of vacation from lesson planning. The cool breeze coming off the gulf was so pleasant that Michael slept through all of our beachside adventures and all 3 kids slept soundly after playing so much in the sand.
So, Anne was definitely petrified of the rolling waves and the tug of the current in the shallow sand, but am I an awful mom for dragging her in kicking and screaming anyway? I thought that if I held her and we played together that she might see how much fun it could be, but she didn't and I hope that I didn't make it worse by making her go in... I was holding her after all...
Oh well, I really can't blame her, I hate all that salty water splashing in my eyes and mouth!
Okay, so the beach is not my favorite destination but I must say, God's creativity and power is on display there in a special way. Holding my tiny infant as I watched the vast ocean sprawl before me helped me appreciate God's ability to be omnipotent while at the same time, leaving no detail unnoticed or unattended.