To Beach Or Not To Beach

The weekend came and went too fast, too soon. I'm left hung-over from the simplicity of breaking our routine, to the complications of forming one.

In passing I had mentioned to my husband, "I need the beach". The next morning he tells me, "we are going to the beach, Lake Erie has a beach". 

The difference between Jibin and me is that I live for the moment while he lives for the next second. I enjoy order and he functions only in chaos. It works out well, except a lot of things get lost in translation. I think of the Ocean, he dives on the Internet and discovers Lake Erie. I say beach, he thinks muddy water with rocks. I say planetarium and I am gifted with not one, but two telescopes on my birthday(a whole other story for another time).

To be honest, I was hesitant to go to a "fake" beach because a beach isn't a beach if it's not by the ocean; and that is a fact, according to me. However, we did go to Lake Erie and much to my surprise I enjoyed it more than I had anticipated.

Our children were beyond excited and stayed in the water all day. Coming back to the hotel room, they were worn out but refused to sleep in case they might miss something. All four snuggled in one bed; drinking slushies(for dinner), and watching TV all night long. No rules, no chores; just good old fashioned childhood.

Watching my children, intoxicated with pure madness and joy, made me realize that things don't have to be perfect or fit a certain ideology for us to enjoy. Life is what it is and the best way to live it, is to revel in the moment and move forward, no matter how fake the beach is. 

All snuggled in for the night.

Posing already!

Beach babies

With Love,

Jawaria