Yesterday we did not manage to go to swim. Instead, we did something even better.
I will never be grateful enough for how different my husband’s mind works from mine. For someone who loves fairy tales and is always making up stories in her mind, I really lack imagination. He, on the other hand, can whip up a meal out of the few items left in the fridge after the weekend, invents games that keep kids entertained for hours on end and also has the best ideas for outings. Case in point was last night. While I tried to entertain two very restless 5 year olds in our living room (I wish I could post pictures of our ‘show of the century’ but I’d never show my face outside the house again since a fair share of the photos are of me showing off some embarrassing dance moves), faces dripping with sweat and clothes clinging to us, he went to buy some food and half an hour later we were at the beach.
We didn’t swim but it was almost nicer like that. The sun was setting, there was a breeze and we could see the full moon rising from behind the sand dunes. It was magical. We had a barbecue going, the playlist from our wedding playing on the iPod (mostly French music and some Michael Buble’) and an entertainer (a very patient uncle Simon). It was bliss.