It's a text. A good friend is spontaneously inviting me to a weekend away at the beach.
Jeff is right there, as I tell him about it, he's saying GO!! "I see this as an investment into our marriage." I like the way he thinks.
So as soon as work is out, I'm off! I'm heading to Seattle to pick up another friend on the way. We will brave Friday rush hour traffic on I-5, then the rolling Black Hills on Highway 8, then pass through my hometown on Highway 12, then I'll follow the smell of salty marsh all the way up Highway 109 to Seabrook.
Ever been there? It's a lovely town. The homes all feel like nice, family cottages. There are fire pits and bikes to use and play fields and shops all right there. Not to mention the beach is right across the highway!
The summer is going by way too fast, and I want to squeeze the most out of it. I swear, Baby K has more adventures in my tummy than I ever did all growing up. He or she is bound to be a world traveler.
Here are some pictures of our last trip to Seabrook, two years ago, all taken by Jessie, who's coming again!
|Here we come, Seabrook.|
|Me on Black Beauty|
I'm so grateful for getaways like this, and for friends who are spontaneous. It keeps me on my toes, and keeps adventure in my heart.