“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
― A.A. Milne
All I knew was that I wanted to stay right there, in that very spot, basking in the sunshine even though it was accompanied by some hair-whipping wind and chillier-than-normal temps. Florida = paradise. My kind of paradise. This was only the beginning our adventure, and boy, were we loving it!
There is nothing that quite calms my soul as the crashing waves of the deep blue sea. I instantly lose myself in the view of the vast expanse of ocean and its tidal lullaby. A much-needed escape from the brutal winter and a celebration of our fifth wedding anniversary this month found us walking the shores of a lovely beach town called Lauderdale-by-the-sea. Florida was calling our name and we dutifully responded.
Despite the fact that it appeared we brought a bit of the winter with us that day, we were dying to see the ocean. It was sixty degrees - cold and windy by Florida standards - and yet, the ocean was beckoning and it was too hard to resist. Our delightful friend and tour guide extraordinaire, Kirsten Perkins, drove us to the beach, where it took Aaron all of two seconds to leap out of the car, throw off his sandals, and run headlong into the ocean, arms flung out. Pure joy!