I took my children to the beach that I went to as a little girl in New Buffalo. We have been there before, but they were much smaller. This time the wind was brisk, the temperature was cold, but the sun was shining.
The beach was different than what I remember, but I had never been there when it was winter. We explored the beach with four of their cousins and my two siblings. Nothing we had ever done together and probably will never do again.
As the cousins and my siblings left, my children were not ready to go. It was as if they knew I wasn't really ready to leave either. This was the day that we laid my Grandmother to rest, I wasn't ready to leave the beach she took me to so many times before. My boys must have known that I needed this.
We continued on the beach, just the three of us. In my head, I was wishing they could experience this beach as I did over twenty-five years ago. Moments that I have always cherished and hold near to me.
As we walked on the beach, rocks found their way into their pockets. Just as Ryan showed Lucas and I a picture of what sea glass looks like; he turned and found one beautiful white piece. He couldn't have been happier.
We explored the snow and sand mixed beach sharing laughs and throwing stones into the water. Looking at them reminds me that they are still my little boys enjoying a carefree moment.
This is definitely a trip to the beach we will all remember.