Autumn Beach Days

Beach days are my most favorite, but until recently, I had no idea what I was missing out on. The beach in Autumn. It is without a doubt one of the most breathtaking experiences and most jaw dropping beautiful things I have ever seen. The waves pounding in something fierce, the water roaring and the wind whipping at your hair. Colorful autumn leaves surrounding the lighthouse, feeling the sand warmed by the sun on our toes, letting the cold water splash at your feet and hearing the cries of the seagulls soaring overhead. Driftwood washed up onto the beach and finding the most perfect rocks to skip out onto the lake water. It was like something out of a story book or perhaps out of an old painting, maybe even something from a dream.
Seeing Bella sitting on the driftwood, staring out at the waves crashing in: I wonder what she was thinking about, wondering what was on  her mind and taking it all in. Frank skipping rocks into the waves, maybe all those rocks will help create some of that beautiful sea glass this winter that I always love finding when we visit the beach during the summer. She gathered rocks and sticks, autumn leaves and grass, tiny mussel shells and little pieces of driftwood, feathers and memories, her treasures.

I had never been to the beach during the autumn so I had no idea what to expect, and though I should have worn my Hunter boots (I definitely will next time) I went with my moccasins, which were almost immediately filled with sand. So barefoot I went. But it was kind of perfect and sweet, feeling the sand squish between my toes. Loving every second of it, but also a little sad knowing we probably wouldn't feel that sandy toed feeling again until next year. Before I knew it, Bella had noticed that I had no shoes on so she kicked her rain boots off and jumped into the dancing waves, running along the beach at the water's edge with her little gray fox socks. After that she ended up going barefoot too with me and absolutely loving it. She tried to convince Daddy to take his shoes off too lol, but instead he just carried our little sweetheart back to the car when it was time to go, so she wouldn't have to walk by herself. Her sweet little arms wrapped around his neck and saying how it was the best day ever and how much she loved it. How am I married to such a sweetheart and also a mama to such a little sweetheart as well? I'm so thankful and blessed every day.

We stopped along the side of the road as we were leaving the park and Frank gathered the prettiest golden leaves for us that had fallen to the ground and brought them home with us, and we also spotted some wild turkeys (which got us thinking about Thanksgiving). The drive home was spent talking about the remainder of our year, when we'll be putting our tree up, how much we loved the beach at autumn, chatting about daydreams and plans and what the future holds for us, and singing Christmas Carols together as a family on the drive home.
You're pretty in the summer, but even more beautiful in the autumn, and such sweet, sweet moments you brought to us today. Until we meet again Presque Isle.


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