Admittedly, I am more of a "mountains" girl. Truthfully, the ocean can be unsettling to me at times. So much churning and vastness and unpredictability. If I had the choice to live along a coastline or on the side of a mountain, I'd pick mountain without hesitation.
There is something sort of marvelous about opening a sliding glass door in the living room, taking two steps onto a balcony and seeing this.
There is something pretty spectacular about knowing one of those blue chairs on the beach is specially reserved for you during your stay.
That pretty much rocks and there is no maneuvering around that.
These few days in Florida with a handful of my favorite people on this planet have been 100% wonderful. We have had so much rain at home that the daily mood starts depressing and rolls downhill from there.
I took a barefoot run on the beach today and truly enjoyed it. My breathing is deep and relaxed. My head is pretty clear. The only discomfort is from having two too many bites of dessert at dinner tonight. This trip, much like the jaunt to Hawaii, could not have come at a better time.
Listening to the ocean relaxes me...it's white noise, but distinctly its own tune.
I called my husband while I stood at the water's edge so he could hear it too. I've decided we will close out the M3 saga as it began--on a beach. Right before he deployed, we were in Mississippi during his free pass time. So full of hope and promise and excitement about the adoption and dreading his absence. We will bookend this journey by planting our toes in some sand and water once things are finally resolved. He deserves the break too and after all this hard work, we should be able to take such a break together for once.
I also had the foresight to use my phone to record a minute & a half of the ocean rolling in over my toes. I wonder how many times I will need to watch that over the next few months to relax myself? Maybe I should check ebay for a white noise machine in which "the ocean" is a choice of sounds?
Tomorrow, I will leave the condo in the morning and spend pretty much the entire day at the airport. I don't mind. I actually like airports. No one knows me; I can people watch; I can work on things; I can watch people come and go and then go myself.
I'll arrive home after the kids are in bed. M1 will be at her dad's, so I will need to call and chat with her. M2 will try to stay awake until I arrive & then beg to sleep in my bed (and probably be allowed) because her dad has drill this weekend. M3 will have long been in bed, so I can save that little reunion until Saturday.
For all the stress, anxiety and BS the military has put in my path over the last 9 years, I have to hand it to Uncle Sam--I sure would not trade my military spouse friends that I've met because of marrying my husband. Deployments are for the birds, but SpouseBuzz and the ladies (and gents) I've met through it are priceless. With them in my corner, I can do what needs to be done and know that I will still be upright (even if I'm on my knees) when it's complete.
My resolve to return to myself and to provide that for my girls and my marriage grows with each passing moment. It would be terrific if the coming weeks could remain un-ugly. I can roll with the punches (obviously), but I'm kind of over that. Maybe finally having agreed to follow the plan those in the know have suggested to us for months will make this feel less like a rollercoaster? I hope so.