My mom's family has an annual beach trip. This past week marked our 37th year at Navarre Beach. It was as always a wild and wonderful week. My mom is the oldest of nine children which means our beach gatherings are big. There are moments of complete chaos, loud laughter, crazy card games, and cajun dancing. But just like the ocean there are times of quiet and calm...puzzlemaking, book reading (no tv time allowed),shell hunting, late night talks, and early morning coffee/tea on the porch. Navarre Beach is one of my favorite places in the whole world. The surroundings are breathtaking, the sunsets are beautiful, but most importantly it is a place that will always connect me to my family. We spend the week re-telling family stories, creating new Florida stories and getting to know each other in a more intense way. Recognizing how much we have changed and also how much we remain the same. A strange duality that comes from spending time with the people who have known you the longest. Celebrating the beach, celebrating each other, celebrating the importance of family traditions. Watching Noah and Camille take part in this beach tradition makes me happy. I hope it continues for many generations.
Navarre Beach
July 1, 2007 • Traveling
One evening I took a walk with Isabella and Noah. It was one of the highlights of the week for me. As we walked we watched the sunset and the moon rise. The light was stunning as it bounced off the waves and the white sand. The kids did just we what we used to do as kids on beach walks. They hunted for shells, sand crabs and jellyfish. They wove in and out of waves breaking on the beach. They climbed up and down sand "elevators". They laughed and chased each other. They are the fourth generation of our family to spend time in this magical place.
We started our walk by watching my dad work on a beach painting. He spent as much time as he could on the beach.
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