Seth’s not much of an ocean person. If he
has free time on his hands, he’d much rather head for a treestand than the
beach. I, on the other hand, like the rest of the Walters family, believes absolutely in
the zen-inducing, soul-cleansing power of waves. (Not that any of us turns
our nose up at snow-capped mountains.) Still, post-blast especially, Seth’s
aversion to the heat and difficulty walking on sand means that I’ve had to
resign myself to a lot less beach time, and I definitely miss it. Between that
and an insane week that involved Seth traveling and me working late (opposite
schedules conspiring to make us short-fused and cranky), this weekend was
much-needed and long-overdue.
We high-fived Thursday night when he got
back, and Friday morning after yet another commander’s cup run (a “cross
country run” on the golf course which saw some seriously slow jogging from me)
and a painfully dull work picnic, I dove into the traffic melee that is
northern Virginia on Fridays. Driving anywhere in the DMV on Friday makes it almost not worth it to leave for the
weekend (and coming home Sunday is, I reminded myself, a close second.) Still,
I was excited for beach time. Minus the chilly trip to Bar Harbor, I hadn't had a real ocean fix in almost a year. And I was way overdue on girl time.
So of course it was totally worth the long and
painful drive. I got to see my law school girlfriends, who I hadn’t seen since
Nicole’s wedding in Puerto Rico last May, and catch up on husbands and babies
and the inexplicably still-intriguing law school gossip. They also threw me my very first shower
of any kind, a hilarious, low key, pink-laden baby shower surprise, complete with
cupcakes. (Nicole even made us play the baby food game.) And we spent all day
Saturday doing nothing, a rarity for any of us, on the beach. Thunder-and-hail storms
rolled in that evening, and we fled inside for bad TV and homemade marinara
with herbs from Nicole’s garden.
And Sunday morning, we woke up to a beach
sunrise and the sound of the waves. It was perfect. Good for the soul. And I didn’t even have to feel guilty
about it, since it sounds like Seth had a terrific weekend going
to the range, grilling elk steaks, and drinking copious amounts of beer with
college friends. I got home last night in time to watch the Spurs win (both
Seth and Dad were thrilled—Father’s Day win), so a terrific weekend was had by
all.
Bring it on, Monday. Today we’re officially halfway to
the arrival of Baby Nieman! Hard to believe. I’m cherishing every morning
I can look down and still see my toes from here on out. I know I haven’t shared
any “baby bump” pictures—I’m waiting until it looks like I actually have a baby in there,
instead of like I just stopped going to the gym! Any day now…
Photo of the week is the master chef himself at the grill. Always a hit.
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