{Enter sighing sound} Finally, finally, a day of rest. The neglect I've shown this little space of mine here is a direct measure of just what I have (and have not) been focusing on in my life. It wouldn't be my children, it wouldn't be our home life, it wouldn't be my health (although I was forced to focus on it last week when I couldn't get off the couch for four days), it wouldn't be our meals, it wouldn't be our explorations or creations. No, instead it would be stone yards, door warehouses, hardware stores, paint chip books. It would be earfuls of information on waterproofing window openings, J-metaling sheet rock, inset gutters, filtration pits, oh and so much more. As the dream of our little home gets closer and closer to reality, it has quickly taken over my life. And on top of all the other daily must-do's from grocery shopping, school drop-offs, karate pick-ups, dinner planning, bill paying, clothes washing, trimming hair and little nails, not to mention my work, well, I probably don't need to say much more. We've stolen little moments here and there, such as the tiny sojourn to the park, above. But…it's never been enough.

So blessedly, after running around non-stop the day before on house-related business, we had a day of relief. No one was sick, no one had any appointments or playdates. It was just the four of us. At the beach. 75 degrees. No clouds. Burritos and popsicles. Sand and saltwater. I was even able to take a nap there, which I have to say, may be one of the best things to do in the entire world. I woke up warm from the sun, glanced up at the boys (all the three of them) playing soccer, and just knew there couldn't be a better way to begin another very hectic week.