A Day in the Sun

Flying a kite with Grandad

Life can be relentless at times. We work hard, get stressed, become caught in an endless cycle of appointments, jobs, housework, school, routines, routines, routines. The past year has been like nothing I've experienced in my life. I try to be calm and keep telling myself that things will go back to normal soon, we just have to keep it together a little longer. But as Z's routines become more and more fixed it becomes harder to remember what we used to do pre-pandemic. Just getting out of the house right now is hard. 

I reached a point where I’d had enough. I needed my happy place. To feel sand beneath my feet, the freezing cold water at my ankles and the fresh sea air to fill my lungs. I wanted to see Z happy, jumping, building sand castles only to destroy them seconds later, to be pulling at our arms to be taken for a paddle in the ocean despite how cold it is (or how far out the tide was). 

The laundry could wait, the house could remain messy for one more day. Picnic loaded we headed to the beach with our happy, excited boy. 

Sarah x