Grateful for Clara (art journal page in gratitude journal)
It's summertime and that means there's sand in my car and sand in the front hallway. There's sand in the clothes dryer and a wetsuit hanging by the front door. It's summertime, and there's a pile of wet towels in the laundry room and a bit of sand on the shower floor. It's summertime, and you are called to the ocean. You spend everyday from 10-3 in the HMB Junior Lifeguards program - running on the beach, paddling in the surf, racing to the buoy, splashing after water flags; coming home dripping wet, full of sand and salt and totally content. I'll put up with all the sand to see your smile and hear your laughter. Because it's summertime, and you are my girl.