The Beach

I love the beach, especially the Washington and Oregon coasts. I'm not a sunbather (I burn so easily), but there is something about the sound of the waves and the way the sand feels against your feet. The Washington and Oregon coasts are different from other beaches that I have been too. The Pacific Ocean is fierce and the water is cold. I think of these beaches in terms of fleece and fires as opposed to bikinis and crowds.

This weekend I decided to get away to Ocean Shores, Washington. I chose this location because it is close and there were available hotels for last minute reservations. It is relatively quiet here. I'm not sure if I would prefer to be in a quiet place or in a big crowd. Every place feels lonely to some extent, simply because Gessner is not here. I wonder how long that will last.

Today I ended up spending a lot of time in my hotel room because I had a headache. But I did get out in time to see the sunset at the beach and I'll admit, it was quite beautiful. The walk on the beach was bittersweet. I loved feeling the sand under my feet and the cold water rush up around my ankles. I love the smell in the air and taste of salt on my lips. But I missed having Gessner's hand to hold and missed hearing his laugh. The last time we were here we had a great time, just hanging out and laughing. We rented a moped and drove it down the beach. We built a fire at night and made smores and drank wine on the beach. Gess and I often took little trips like that--he was so spontaneous and really drew me out of my comfort zone to just get out. I am so thankful for that. He lived more in his 33 years than some people live in 50-60 years.

This picture is for your babe!