Over winter break, my sister and I planned for my nephews to spend some time with me. I was so excited about their staying with me and also a little nervous; this would be our first time doing something like this. Although we missed each other like crazy, would they think their Tia was boring?
The first day was great! We played games, watched a movie, and made sugar cookies. The second day, Evan got the stomach flu. Poor guy. At one point, I called my sister and we were talking about how and what we should do. Evan listening to us, started to cry, telling me he didn't want to go home and how he wanted to stay with me. At that point, my heart melted and I knew whatever I was nervous about, also melted away. We did have to cut our visit short by one day. We were all bummed, but I felt worse for Evan. His stomach flu finally subsided by the next morning with his mom.
The boys were in the car for two hours and we needed to stretch out our legs so we decided to take a walk along the garden path and check out the plants and bugs. In the background, you can see a blue tarp which is the beach house Charlie is working on.
There was a break between the storms and when the boys dad showed up, we all decided to take a walk on the beach. The ocean was calm. I love this picture; my little guy, Evan, looking out into the great big sea. I wondered what thoughts were going through his mind.
Vincent loves taking videos of what is happening around him. He also likes taking pictures. Uh humm (clearing throat)... I had to delete a couple of me. You never knew where he was when you thought you were alone. Ha! Ha! As I looked at his video's and pictures, I loved looking through this young artist's eyes; I could see what he saw... through his eyes.
The sand was smooth as glass.
The boys were posing for their dad.
After the boys left with their dad, Charlie said it would be about another hour before he was finished, so I decided to take a walk on the beach again, this time alone. I thought about the boys and what a year this has been for them with their parents splitting up. I cried for this family and also felt my own grief; I wanted Eric to still be part of ours.
I'm glad that Eric and I took the boys for a walk along the beach. It gave Eric and I time to talk and show the boys, we still can be a family. When my parents split up, everything was divided; mom's side of the family, versus dad's side. It doesn't have to be that way and I won't be a part of that. Love can build a bridge.
Here I am alone... a la naturale, on the beach.