Some weeks at the beach house are really mellow, where we spend days walking the beach, reading under the house (the breeze there is to-die-for), and going for late-afternoon ocean swims. These weeks are wonderful and necessary, vital to our time here and my well-being.
But then there are weeks like this one, where all of our family and friends are here and it's the best kind of chaos I could ever imagine. Our gatherings are the loud kind, where everyone talks and shouts and eats and drinks and sings and dances constantly and simultaneously. And it is my favorite thing in the world.