Last Sunday Forrest and I took a short trip over to the Oregon Coast. We played on Whispering Rocks beach for a bit (home of my heart/this heart), trying to find whole sand dollars, dodging waves and throwing rocks in the surf. Forrest doesn’t like to be in the water but LOVES if I’ll carry him so he can watch the cold waves smash my ankles, so we did some of that, too. Then we drove into the incredibly-crowded town of Seaside (I totally forgot how crazy that place can get in summer, especially when there’s some sort of volleyball tournament going on too) for lunch, then headed home before the crowds decided to join us. It was short and sweet and I found myself smiling almost the entire time we were there – I forget how much the ocean speaks to my soul until we meet again.
This weekend we’ll head to Salem for my dad’s birthday and I need to catch up on neglected housework. Or we might squeeze in a trip to the zoo tomorrow if we can get out early enough. What about you?
Happy Friday, gang. Have a good weekend, too. = )