Growing up by the beach, these are the types of childhood memories I have of summertime in Australia: splashing on the shore line, chasing the waves back and forth, giggling in the surf.
And although I loved my childhood growing up in a small coastal town, I could never move back. I thrive in the city. I need the hustle and bustle. I need to stay busy. But every now and then it is refreshing to go back, to see the roads and the coastline and beaches that I have memorized.
Last Friday we took an unplanned trip to day trip Byron Bay, and spent the afternoon playing in the sea as the sun went down.
A little timid at first, Eva clutched my hand as she tiptoed her way to the water’s edge. And although she never let go, I had never heard such loud screams and giggles from her as she played chasey with each new set of waves.
I guess it’s only through seeing the joy and happiness of such a simple thing that it makes you realise how beautiful life can be. I just wish we took the time more often to stop and breathe it all in.