We are sun lovers.  Days are always merrier when the sun comes to visit.  Here in our part of the world, we  only see it a measly percentage of the year, so we adore any of the days we get it.  

But, I would like to add a disclaimer.  Truthfully, I love the sun up until the temperature reaches eighty.  I’m a seventies girl, and I think I always will be.  Warm enough to let the breeze come through the windows, but not so hot that nursing a little wee one makes both of you sticky and miserable.  

On Saturday morning, I was reminded of how close I am to such wonderful hidden places.  In a short ten minute drive from my house, I arrived at the beach a little early for a photo shoot.  I was able to take a walk along the beach while scoping out a few places that I wanted for our shoot.  It was gorgeous and  serene.  Not many people are at the beach at nine in the morning.  

I walked along the pier a bit. And I remembered that I am a Child of God, created in the same beauty as everything that was around me.  Truly, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter if I still have fifteen pounds to lose from my pregnancy . . . or if sometimes I feel like I’m not doing the best I can.  Or if my house is messy and my laundry has piled up.  

What matters is that I realize that I am a treasure to the One who created me.  

Sitting in the quiet with a beautiful scene before me, helps me to remember to slow down a bit.    

Oh lazy days of summer, we cannot wait for your arrival.  But please, oh please. . . not too many hot days!  Just the warm bask of the mild sun . . . warm enough to swim and dance around in the kiddie pool.  Sidewalk chalk on the pavement.  And tricycles pedaling in squiggly giggly lines down the driveway.