♥ beach mornings…
♥ the large windows that bathe the kitchen sunshine…
♥ the aroma of the coffee perking merrily…
♥ the purdy fresh flowers on the kitchen table…
♥ time with the Lord in the quietness of the morning…
♥ early morning surf sessions…
Inspired by the forecast—the best swell of the week—I kicked the others out from under their covers…whereupon we donned our wetsuits and lugged our longboards down the steps to the beach. Even dad came J
the water stung at first, but the fun that is had makes it well worth the eventual numbness in my toes…
now I am no surfer… yet…
I can (sometimes) make it to my feet for a few seconds, but then I always go down, arms flapping wildly, as I try to maintain my balance…
danielle surfing = catch the wave, pushup, stand, flap, fall...
return, repeat…
paddling back out I notice pelicans gliding above; illustrating how grace is supposed to be done…sigh…
one day perhaps…
but for now I do ♥ being out there with my sexy man…
I do ♥ when a peaking swell sweeps me into it and carries me along…
I figure I’ve got about 292 more times before I’m any good at surfing. Meanwhile, the sun bounces off the water and I inhale the beauty that surrounds me. Till one-by-one we join each other on back the sand; digging ourselves into its warmth, content to just sit and watch the sun break through the early morning haze.
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