We recently had the final walk-through on the house we are buying. It won't be long now, until we close and can move in. After the walk-through, Darling Husband and I went wandering around our soon-to-be-new neighborhood.
There is alot to explore there. We found some restaurants that will be walking distance from our new house. There are antique shops, art galleries, a theatre...the kind with a stage and live actors, which I'm very excited about...and lots of history, dating back as far as the Civil War, or possibly even further back. But while we were exploring, maybe my favorite thing we found was the beach!
I am a beach girl. Give me a sunny day and a few free hours, and my first choice is going to be 'go to the beach'! I love the sound of the water. I love the sunlight glistening on the ripples and waves. I love sand between my toes. There is something therapeutic about waves lapping at your ankles as you walk along the beach. 'Beach' is probably my favorite place in the world. It is not an attitude I share with Darling Husband. Walking along the beach seems like a waste of time for him, I think. He doesn't 'sit' well, either. Give him an afternoon laying on the beach on a towel, and he'd likely think he's being tortured. He might be ok for a few hours if you include a volleyball net.....hmmm....I'll have to keep that in mind for later!
But when we found the beach, he parked the car, and we got out. That was a nice treat, and we walked along the boardwalk for a block or so. Then we found an opening in the boardwalk railing, with steps down to the beach, and he stooped to take off his shoes as he walked down onto the beach!! That was a bit of a surprise, but I wasn't going to mention it, and lose the opportunity to go for a walk on the beach.
We walked along, barefoot, sand between our toes, water lapping our ankles, hand in hand, talking about, well, nothing really. We mentioned how many shells there were for grandbabies to collect. We talked about trying the restaurant that has a deck there on the beach, and the boats that were pulled up to the shore at the restaurant. Nothing very important. But it was a special treat and a rare gift to find a new beach, and share that wonderful discovery with my beloved husband.
This everyday joy was an easy one...because what's not to love about having a beach and a sweetheart together on one lovely afternoon!
