I don’t know that I’ve ever met another human who doesn’t love the beach, but I wrote #58 to be intentional and damn clear: share walks along the sand with me, watch the sun rise and set over the ocean in my arms, marvel at the magical rhythm of the tides, and find joy in the beauty of a simple sea shell.I had not seen the ocean until I was in high school. Growing up in the land-locked Midwest was a factor in that, but growing up on a farm from which vacations were not taken was the real reason. From that first visit to the West coast of Florida, where I put my feet in the ocean for the first time, I knew I'd dwell by the sea for days of my life. Raising my own children, I took them to the ocean every, single year for over 20 years. I wanted them to witness the endlessness of the tides and find joy in the nothingness of a day by the sea.In 2010, Craig and I were married on the beach, early one morning, with the ocean as our backdrop and the sun as our beacon of what was possible. He sang "Green Eyes" during our wedding, perfect lyrics for the setting: Honey you are the seaUpon which I floatAnd I came here to talkI think you should knowThat green eyesYou're the one that I wanted to find...
