Isn't she lovely!

Every year we head out with all the Davises for our annual pilgrimage to Ocean Isle. It is a time to just be, to enjoy each other, to slow down, to sit and sink your feet into the sand, to swim in the vastness of the ocean, to laugh hard, to build sandcastles, to play games, to read, to share, and to create a legacy for the years to come.
Growing up by the beach has set a foundation deep within me, that I feel the most like myself in the sea salt air and the slow pace of life. It is the place where my soul finds rest and God speaks to me. It is my favorite time of the year.
Our days went something like this- wake up, eat breakfast on the porch with our bathing suits on and already lathered up, leave plates from breakfast on the porch, run as fast as possible to the ocean, jump in, swim for two hours, dig in the sand, swim in the ocean for 1 hour, run back to the beach house, swim in pool for an hour, each lunch, lounge out by the pool or on the porch for an hour, have a snack, run as fast as we can to the ocean again for another hour of swimming, float around in the pool again till dinner, eat dinner, play games till the wee hours of the night and start again. Bliss I tell you.
Lucy, Clark and Piper love the ocean almost as much as I do. They are all fearless in the waves, especially Piper who wants to swim by herself (with her life vest on of course-but still she is only 2.5).