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Life is a beach
Today’s post was inspired by
prompt number 3.) Photo Story: Share photos of your most recent trip to the beach.
It is no secret we live close to the beach. Also known and flaunted is the fact we spend most of the time there. So much so we have now staked out a lot all other beach goers refer to as my son’s “Construction site”.
But this trip was special. We have Isaac, neighbors dog, staying with us for a week. He is a Newfoundland, like Big M, only much older. Isaac celebrated his 10th birthday a few months ago. Old and ailing, he is full of spirit. You can see in these pictures his joy for life and love of the water keep him young.
Here is to you Isaac, the greatest dog his family could wish for. And the best neighbor ever.
Perfectly imperfect
Once you accept the fact that you’re not perfect, then you develop some confidence.
~Rosalynn Carter~
Few days ago we had a perfect day at the beach. Took some perfect pictures. Came home. Downloaded them. Sat down to enjoy them. Only to realize a drop from the ocean landed on my lens and was a feature on each and every photo I took. It makes a pebble look like a cloud. My son look like he has a smudge. Dogs look like they had a leg erased. It is so me.
I have long stopped worrying about my shortcomings. There are many and they seem to multiply with years. They make me quirky and cute to those who love me and terribly annoying to those who don’t. Sure there are times I wish to be perfect. When I meet my husband’s friends for the first time. When I ride. When I discipline my son. When I write comments on Marinka’s blog. But it is never going to happen. And if it did, my husband would look less perfect himself, my horse would be bored, my son would have no one to blame for his imperfections one day. And Marinka, well for that I have no excuse, there is such thing as spell check and nobody is preventing me from using it.
Tomorrow I will share with you our day at the beach. You will see the water splash on the pictures. You will know it is my fault. Take it as my signature. Love them for their content. For their subjects. For the story they tell. For the life that is ours. Perfected by mistakes.























