The Beach Wins

Tuesday was an extremely hard day for me. There were pressures all around me and things were so busy and crazy. I was extremely short tempered and tired, which at the time I couldn't figure out why and things were just not going my way...Anyway Tuesday was just one of those days where you really want to crawl under your blankets and never come out. I didn't want to talk to anyone, I didn't want to play mommy or wife and I wasn't in a mood to be at all social. I didn't even want to talk to my family. Like I said under the blankets kind of mood where you just want to be left alone. So all day I knew that we had this Bon voyage bonfire to attend for some friends that are moving to Colorado. The bonfire was supposed to be held in Coronado which is fine but I had never been to the beaches there and had only really been there a few times and knew where nothing was. I HATE driving in rush hour traffic but what I HATE more is driving in rush hour and trying to follow a map. Brent had decided to ride with his group before the bonfire and then meet us at the beach since the group would be riding on Coronado anyway so I had to find this place myself. OK I KNOW I AM STARTING TO WHINE. It's not like I didn't want to go and be with friends and sit on the beach and yada yada yada but like I said before I didn't start out the day too well. Ok so six o'clock comes and Emma and I find this place just fine and no I didn't need to whine at all and we see some friends hauling in wood for the fire and so I didn't even have to call to find our location or anything. We get to the spot and they already have the fire going and there are already people there and I sit down and start talking and BOOM the whole evening changes. Can I just say that I really feel like Satan knows me too well. As I look back and see all the pressures, I really wonder if Satan didn't want me to be there that night and was trying his hardest to make me not go. No it wasn't anything spiritual or church related but sometimes I wonder if he really just wants us to be miserable people 24/7. He knew that relaxing on the beach was just what I needed that night and he wanted me to miss it. He wanted me to crawl into my covers and sulk and be a grump to my poor family. But instead I went and really it was a truly wonderful evening. Even with the occasional F-18 and Helicopter flying over head it was wonderful weather and good company and ok, sandy food, but who cares on the beach right? Plus I got my smores fix for the summer :) No but really I am so blessed to be in the ward we are in. We have so many good families who really care for one another. Sitting on the beach with the those sweet friends, helped me to feel that love and companionship that we as humans so crave. As we left Emma got sand in her eyes and was screaming the whole way to the car. It took about ten minutes to get it out enough to a point that she was ok. Even that though didn't ruin the evening. In the end the score was Satan 0 Beach 1 and truthfully isn't that the way it should always be!