The Beach

I got burnt this week . Like BIG TIME. I had a red tank top on the other day, and I'm pretty sure it just looked like I was wearing a regular shirt. It was insane!

But you know what? As much as it stung, I couldn't care less. Because I was at the beach.

If you know even the tiniest bit about me, you know I love the beach. Specifically beaches where the water is warm. (I have no time for cold water. None.) So as you can imagine, when my family arrived at Virginia Beach, I was home.

There's just something about beach towns that call my name. From the slower pace of things, the sound of the waves crashing and the general acceptance of flip-flops for everyday use, I'm able to just sit back and enjoy the moment. I guess that's why I like it so much. It reminds me to take things as they come and not worry about tomorrow. Matthew 6:25-34 comes to mind. Especially verse 34:

"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."

So yeah the beach is a good place to learn to take things one day at a time. I already miss being there, but hopefully I can take that attitude with me back to Boston.

Here's some more fun pictures we took while I was there. Enjoy (with some great music)

NYC Part 2 (The 9/11 Museum)

 

"I know this place is sold out... but it sounds like it's empty..."
During Memorial Weekend, my family had the opportunity to be one of the first groups of people to enter into the 9/11 Memorial Museum. It was both remarkable and incredibly sobering. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I thought the world was about to end. World War III would break out, and not much would be left standing. Now obviously none of that came to fruition, but I still remember crying myself to sleep that night as a 10-year-old kid wondering why this happened.

This museum brought it all those emotions back to me, as well as to everyone else in the building. People rarely talked. Everyone listened to the audio exhibits. Even though the place was sold out, the museum was so large you couldn't help but feel there was only a handful of people there with you. That's when my mother uttered the quote you see at the top of the page. It was true.

If you are ever in New York City, I recommend going here. Even though I took a lot of pictures, it doesn't due this place justice. Even if you don't member much from that time or were living far away from New York when it happened, this is definitely a great place to visit with family and friends.

Even if just to remind yourself to live every day with purpose.

 

 

^^^ This is the museum.^^^

^^^This is the part of the North Tower that was first hit with Flight 11^^^

^^^There is an exhibit where you can give your personal story of that day. They take those stories and play them at the entrance of the museum."^^^

^^^The Freedom Tower^^^