I hate leaving my family (although my dad always said, "we don't HATE anything!") and I loathe that inescapably long drive back to California and I ache at the intensified loneliness I feel for the weeks right after a long trip with those I love. And if I keep thinking about all this I might just start crying....
But what I do love about coming back home to California is this:

Our backyard...

And the way it makes our little foursome feel like a family

Playing, laughing, running in the sand (not the snow...)


But what I do love about coming back home to California is this:
Our backyard...
And the way it makes our little foursome feel like a family
Playing, laughing, running in the sand (not the snow...)

I love Leah's squeals as she runs towards the waves. I love watching the delight in her dad's face as he chases, and races, and twirls her around. And I love feeling of being surrounded by the warmth of knowing that what we are building here in the sand is going to last forever. Because far away from those I love, in a place where the weather is ALWAYS nice, we are building our heaven, our future, our forever.