I hope that each of you had a wonderful weekend. Ours was filled with good food and lots of yard work!
Last week Mr. Tide and I took off for the day and went to a place where we had our first "real" date so many years ago.
It's a sailing town, one of the best in the world, and somewhere that I've spent a great deal of time in, even before Mr. Tide and I met while racing sailboats that fateful evening.
Even though we are so very blessed to live on the water, being near sailboats or boats of any sort makes me feel at home. Maybe it's because I have been on the water since I was born really, heck, my baby book shows that my first boat ride was long before I could even walk.
Being out on the water is where I find comfort, it has always been the place I turn to when I'm feeling low or over the moon happy...it's a part of who I am, and happily it has become a part of Mr. Tide and our children as well.
And being near beautiful boats, seeing ropes neatly coiled, sails furled, and hearing the sound of waves lapping on their hulls, made me realize that while I've been here on my computer, taking care of ailing parents, or busy doing work for the past 10 or so years, I have missed that salt air and the medicinal value it has for someone like me.
When our son was on a sailing team a few years ago, I felt the tug at my heartstrings once again, but I let it go as we had house remodeling and things like that requiring our immediate attention, but I think it's time now.