touch sand

These days, touching grass just isn't enough; I need to touch sand.

I hadn't touched sand in almost a year at this point, so getting to the beach with family and some of my closest friends was the ultimate moment of restoration. If only I could've stayed longer.

Next time.

✨✨✨ Time is really the ultimate resource.

Not pictured: minutes before I snapped this photo, Christian squirted the restaurant's bottle of yellow mustard directly into his face. That's what I get for taking my eyes off him to look at the menu. Reminder that for every picture-perfect moment, there are hundreds of messy ones.