beach town bliss.

So, it's official. Our country music lovin' ears & rolling hills, fall leaves, and mountain hearts have officially embraced this new stage of our lives - living in beach town bliss riding the waves of our current family status.

We've become a beach family and that's just that.

Who would have thought? Two originally from Miami kiddos have come full circle and our toes have reintroduced themselves to the sand. Well, now that I think about it...I guess it's not that far-fetched.

And in honor of our '5 minute ride to the beach' music, and the Mr. who dragged us to the sandy shore with him- thanks for being my Strong & Steady. Shot of Whiskey. Shade Tree. Honey Bee.  ♡ Love always your, Soft & Sweet. Glass of Wine. Sunny Day. Honeysuckle.

The sun shines a little brighter when I'm with you.

::

beach babe.

Mommy hasn't been feeling well, so Daddy took us to the beach after work.

It was my very first time there & it was the coolest, biggest bath I've ever seen!

Daddy held me as we walked along the shore,

while I wore a new headband one of Mommy's friends sent me today.

I saw where baby crabbies sleep & their crib looked nothing like mine!

We watched a family of Dolphins swim - HUGE fishies they were!

Mommy said this little guy explored the 7 seas and was finally ready to go Home.

This big rock was all alone, but amidst the waves, he stood his ground.

Mommy drew my initials in the sand,

and Daddy followed suit with a love note for his girls.

Mommy admired me, as I admired butterfly-shaped seashells.

We felt the sun brightly shining, despite the clouds....

and we made it back before a storm.

The footprints emphasized that when we're weak, He carries us through. <333 baby girl

in the wrong.

You may want to check your pride at the door. I had to pay extra for mine, overweight charges.

In all seriousness, we're all prideful. Some of us more than others. And it's because of our pride that we sometimes fail to admit when we're wrong or are blinded and cannot see our own faults. Sadly, we can be a little full of ourselves at times.

The words, "I'm sorry," are used sparingly and excuses fill their gaps. It's sad, but we're all guilty of this barter.

So, what's so scary about being wrong? It looks different for everyone, but probably a combination of many things. Perhaps the most scary is the responsibility involved. In order to be wrong, we must first be responsible. And in order to be responsible, we must first be aware of ourselves: our words and our actions, or lack-thereof. 

Admitting we're wrong is the first step in making things right. Admitting we're wrong requires humility and shows true respect for those our wrong-doings may have affected. Admitting we're wrong transforms weakness into strength.

So what's the deal, Victoria? Did someone piss you off and not apologize when they should have? Yeah, me. I shouldn't point out someone else's faults without first looking at my own. Is this easier said than done? Most definitely. But the world would be a much better place if excuses were used less and "I'm sorry" was used more.

The next time an opportunity presents itself, may we humbly check our pride at the door. Hopefully, Southwest has available seats - our extra bags fly free!

SIDENOTE: I miss the beach and I am in desperate need of a tan. I pray humility shines light on our pride and the sun shines light on my body, sooner than later.

:: victoria marie