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Sea Dreams that Came True

Coffee for Your Heart

This weekend as I lived four days south and sandy I experienced some literal coffee for my heart.  I got to see one of my dearest in the world friends on the shores of Sunset Beach, North Carolina.  It had been two years since I had seen her freckles and almost-black brown eyes.  We shared dark pots of coffee and sat on the rocking chairs welcoming the day together and my heart was warmed.
She put the whole trip together and blessed five of us girls with a trip of reunion to end our summer. It had been eleven years since we had all been to the beach together.  I ate my weight in fajitas and the best cookies ever. I hugged friends that I hadn't in years and enjoyed their company again.

She also gave my girls a long awaited trip to the beach.
My oldest girl has the sea in her soul.  She frequently talks about it and wants to know when we are going again.
I wrote this poem for her a couple of years ago to commemorate her sea dreams and all the times she asks, "When, mom?"
My dear friend made her dreams come true this past weekend and I had to revisit it.

We had just loaded up all our bags, chairs, and towels
We smelled our last salted wind as we shut the door.
It was the end of our week at the beach.

Not too long had we driven and a little voice was heard
"Mom, I want to go to the beach today."
I looked in the rearview mirror and smiled, "It will be a whole year," I thought to myself. 

August marched on with its' blistering heat.
As we sat on the deck sipping lemonade.
That little blonde girl said between gulps, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today."
"Baby," I said, "I would love to, but that special time is a whole year away," 
We shared a smile.

Fall blew in with a train of golden leaves and crackling bonfires. 
Pumpkins were carved, little hands helped make pies and apples were picked.
As we walked through the crunching leaf carpet, that little blonde girl said to me, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today."
"Baby," I said, "I would love to, but that special time is almost a whole year away." 
Her hand squeezed mine.

Christmas bells chimed carols, her hands opened glimmering packages and played with new toys
As we sat by the shining Christmas tree dunking sprinkle coated cookies in cool milk
That little blonde girl said to me with crumbs tracing her lips, "Mom I want to go to the beach today."
"Baby," I said. "I would love to go, but that special time is many months away." 
Her head leaned love against mine.

Winter brought our windows icicle skirts and snow drift days, valentines parties and ladles full of hot soup
We were sitting by the popping flames of the fireplace, thick socks covering our toes.
That little blonde girl whispered to me, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today."
"Baby," I said, "I would love to, but that special time is half a year away."
She snuggled closer, smiling hope of summer in winter's dark night.

Spring brought us orange-red tulips, fresh daffodils, and blustery wind.
We ran through the grass clutching kite tails, our cheeks blushed red and our hair wind tangled.
That little blonde girl shouted to me against the gusts, 
"Mom I want to go to the beach today." 
"Baby, " I said, "I would love to, but that special time is still a few months away."
Her eyes laughed and she ran back into the wind. 

Early summer waltzed in with firefly nights and ice cream trucks.
We paid for our treats and sat licking sweet mint chocolate chip.
That little blonde girl, now a whole year bigger said to me in between licks, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today." 
"Baby," I said, "I would love to, but that special time is still one month away."
Her eyes smiled almost-hope as she crunched the rest of her cake cone, her sticky fingers squeezed mine with excitement. 

Mid summer heat baked our backs as we carried out shovels, pails, coolers, and bags.
We slammed the trunk shut and slid into our seats, our car driving south at a steady speed.
That little blonde girl kicked my seat and said, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today." Keeping up the year long game we play.
"Baby," I said with a smile playing on my lips, "I would love to, enjoy the ride, that special time is many miles away." 
Excitement flickered on her face, her eyes danced bright. 

All day we had driven and our legs needed a stretch. We drove our car right up to the sandy lots' edge.
I smelled the fresh salted air and flung open her door, setting her stiff anxious legs down on the long awaited hoped for sand.  Sea breeze pulled our hair.
That little blonde girl smiled her biggest smile and shouted, "Mom, I want to go to the beach today."
"Baby," I shouted, "Right now is that special day!"
Off we ran to dance in sunset colored sea foam.

It's funny because this year our visit was cool and cloudy but that did not stop my girls.  They were head to toe soaked in their tee shirts and shorts that first time we were just "taking a walk" as we had to see the beach when we arrived. I shivered and wrapped a towel around me, but like the poem I wrote their enthusiasm wasn't dampened by cool breezes and icy water.  They enjoyed every wave, sand hole dug, and sea gull.  Smiling joy in-between blue purple lips.  
I'm sure I'll start hearing about the beach longings again sometime soon. 
So thankful for my friends that gifted us with this special trip. 

Cool temperatures didn't cool off their enthusiasm 


  1. Somer,
    What wonderful memories your beach trip holds for you and your girls! I'm sure you'll be dreaming about your next trip while savoring the time you had together, all the while penciling your thoughts about it -- lovely!


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