My son Brian turned 10 this week.
I love his birthday. As I do every year, I allow him to skip school and we go on a day trip. Friday ended with his choice of going to the beach. He chose Schoolhouse Beach, which was rather ironic.
For anyone that might not be from this area Schoolhouse Beach is north of Bodega and one of the deadliest beaches for drowning. Brian believes it is called Schoolhouse beach because the never-ending crescendo of crashing waves are as loud as a bunch of kids in a schoolhouse.
We were the only two on the entire beach and sat leaning back against a large piece of driftwood. Boonie ran the length of the beach barking at the crashing waves as if warning us of their deadly charms. We sat far enough away and buried Brian in sand and dug for hidden treasures.
I have been taking Brian to the beach for his birthday every year since he turned 3.
It was a rare spring day on the coast, warm and not a cloud in the sky. We could see west across the dancing ocean for miles and miles. It restores my soul. With each sound of the waves slapping against the shore, retreating and crashing again it is as if my troubles are beat down and pulled out, then washed out to sea.
Brian is as addicted as I am to water, and the beach. It was a lovely day.
Saturday was the official birthday party for Brian and my ex husband agreed to host the party for the very first time. (Are you getting the feeling that this is the never-ending birthday party?)
I had the pleasure of playing “Disneyland Mom” for my first time.
You can bet those little goodie bags for the boys were filled with candy. Who says ex husbands need any sleep?
Until next time –