Lately, we’ve been having a picnic dinner at the beach on Wednesday evenings. Alex took the children a few weeks back - I was away at the time and he wanted to shake things up - and since then it’s become a standing weekly family date.
We all love this new tradition.
I love it specifically because...
Ocean proximity is one of the reasons we moved to San Diego. I grew up within a stone’s throw of the beach and found myself longing to be closer. And while I don't get there every day, I do see the ocean on a daily basis and my heart is full as a result.
This is a break in our routine. We love our dining table yet the location change mixes it up for everyone. And it gives us something to look forward to, a double hump-day delight if you will.
It’s fun and tickles the senses to be on the sand, watching the volleyball players, soaking in the salty air, completely enmeshed in the scenery and beach happenings.
This week after dinner, Alex commented how there’s never any drama (read: friction) at the beach with the children and he’s right. Because we’re out of our element, they get along especially well and eagerly wander off after dinner to explore, make new friends, play volleyball, and inevitably get wet.
As you may know, I’m a big believer in the little things.
It's the little things that add up.
It's the little things that leave a big impact.
This picnic tradition may be little yet its impact on my heart is mighty.
This week, I invite you to go on a picnic. Keep it simple and hang out in your backyard or nearby park. What better way to celebrate summer!
Stacey (+ Sarah)