
And where does it go? I mean really, we hear it all the time...we say it...but really, where does it go? Seems those first days are a slow trickle, anxiously awaiting the first teeth, sporadic crawls and wobbly steps. then after that the jar seems to fills so quickly til we have this container filled with so much life that the lid is ready to fly off...Our oldest is 15 this past week and this just about leaves my head spinning...
These are pictures taken of pictures about 14 years ago on a special beach this little guy and I just about lived on for the first 4 summers of his life...We would wake early, walk downtown to the ferry terminal, ride that boat for about an hour, walk across the island for about 20 minutes to this little white sand beach in Casco Bay. It was a bit of a trek but well worth every second.
This place epitomizes his early childhood for me...exploring, playing...rituals created...long days in the sun. Summer began with our first trip out on the ferry and we said goodbye to the warmer days in the same way with fleeces, blankets and lots of lap time cuddling.
This summer he is excited to introduce this place to his younger siblings. A place they have heard so much about over the years, seen pictures of but can only imagine. The trip will be a bit more of...an adventure with the hour and a half drive down before, coralling everyone onto the ferry and making sure we don't lose anyone overboard. Just the general fun of trekking with 4 more kiddos in tow than I had 15 years ago. Still, there is so much excitement in this trip. Seems even more so than the trips we have taken to Canada and other places. There is something a little magical about this one...think I had better bring a box of tissues...;)














