"...and so are the Days of Our Lives"

I create this next post dedicated to granules of sand.

The beach would not Be without it,
a castle would never be built.
It can flow with the water and move with gentle ease.
It scratches soft baby skin, yet can make smooth rough callus feet.
Sand will stick to skin like glue and maneuver a way to hide in every crevice.

After a long day at the beach, and what seemed like an even longer time in the car ride home, tiny granules of sand are seen everywhere. On the car seat, in my shoes, on the kid's noses, and even between baby's butt, sand pervades our being, from only one day of romping and running and molding and shaping this sand.


I am reminded of how wonderful a holiday can be when sand and surf and sun can enliven a soul. I remember the times I would visit the beach growing up. I especially remember the first touch of the burning sand on my feet and trying to run as fast as I can toward the water to cool my piggy toes. I did that today with my children and reminded them every burning step of the way that relief was not too far away. After seeing the pure innocent joy on the faces of my children, I feel that I in some way imposed this feeling upon them. This childhood memory is now imprinted upon them and will also be recalled every time they visit the beach.


After a day of merriment and camaraderie, the kids are way tired, and are in no mood to wash off and bathe. They would rather sleep soundly and feel itchy and scratchy with sand hiding all over their body. Fortunately, for my kids, I am fast and efficient with their baths and have them tucked into bed for the night.