Fly away for a day.

When tax season comes, my husband (the accountant) goes. To work. A lot.

I show and feel love in quality time spent with others, so inevitably a discontent and hunger grows in me, leading to an intense longing for change coupled with a flight instinct.

I told Duke that my pockets were burning (since the impulsive me has a spending problem). He suggested I channel that energy into my drawing, but when I get to feeling this antsy, sitting still makes me feel like I'm about to get caught in a game of tag.

So today the boys and I drove and drove until land ended and sea began.

Where we could see each other clearly, without the cabin-feverish minds.

We searched for our dreams in the sand (though we mostly found styrofoam and other junk).

They discovered their growing capabilities in a new setting.

And I found myself and brought me home.

I realize that for many years to come, Duke will be time-poor during my time of greatest, seasonal gloom. And I think I'm finally ready to just accept it and deal. Really deal.

Now that I'm ready, I know my Father in Heaven will be able to help me, for His Son is truly the Prince of Peace. And I know I need Him.

More beach adventure photos here.