The Light at the Beach...

I wish I could bottle it and bring it back home. I wouldn't say that envy is a feeling I have very often, but I have to admit I am a little bit jealous of people who live near the coast, where the quantity and quality of sunlight is unparalleled. I'm not talking about mid-day sun. It's the gentle light in the morning and late afternoon-evening that makes my heart sing.

We've been on vacation and I've had some time to put it all aside--to touch, breathe, listen--to stop moving so fast. And I've loved every minute of it. I took a lot of pictures (I plan to share more here soon) so I could remember it all.

I don't know the first thing about photography, but I know I love what I see through the lens of my camera. Time flies by. Capturing a moment in time on film is priceless.

I looked out onto our deck one day last week to see Bridget sitting happily in her Daddy's lap. They were nose-to-nose, then hugging, then laughing. The look on her face was the sweetest thing I've seen in a long time. She was so completely captivated by him and the time they were spending together. He never stopped smiling. They played pat-a-cake many times over and then he began to swing her high in the air. What a life...