There’s a fun story behind this piece. These exact chairs were arresting place at one of my favorite beaches after I had given birth to my first baby. Every morning, I would walk down to the beach with the baby in one arm in my cup of coffee and the other. I would see these chairs and I would sit and drink my coffee and nurse the baby and watch the waves crash Off in the distance. This was my first “encounter” With the beach where I wasn’t seeking sun. I was searching for shade shelter and a place to rest. I wasn’t racing down to jump in the ocean like I did so many times during my youth before I became a mother, Rather, I was caring bags and snack, snacks, and beach, blankets and umbrellas and diaper bags. A full load. At the time my heart belonged to be swimming. Carefree. And as I’ve grown over the last eight years into myself as a human and mother of three, I’ve leaned way into what being at the beach means during this season of my life.