I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. Maybe it’s that time of year, or maybe it’s the roadtrips I’ve been taking. 
I don’t know, but I love nothing more than journaling it all as I go and sorting it out later. This last vacation was particularly poignant because of the destination and company. 
Gotta love powerball. Don’t care what the statistics say….
Travelled to the Northwest with my bestie (seen above) who is also my baby sis. Our Parents, respective kiddos and devoted Hubbies came along to enjoy the fun as well.
But somewhere along the miles, the journey became more of a fairy tale…
revealing the beauty of nature and a completely different feel to the whole trip.
Nothing like slowing down time for a walk on the beach with my kiddos. Looking for shells or tidepools. Singing to mermaids or chasing seagulls.
Somehow I can simply breathe better here. It melts my stresses away…
Besides, it’s not every day that you can share a shipwreck with your dad. 
Those moments are nothing short of magical. Too few and far between.
And lets not forget about two little girls, who have been here many times, eager to share those amazing memories with their children firsthand, but don’t get as many chances to gather in a chair and giggle together like they once did…
(Thanks Matt Bellassai)
And to answer the call of the Ocean. 
So glad we did.
Double
Fire
