Four days ago, I sat on a beach in Trinidad, California watching my family. There was just us, five Lowrys, alone on the sand. An overwhelming feeling of joy came over me as I watched Q and Sol walk hand in hand along the waters edge. I smiled as I observed Corbin and Eliza dancing and playing in the surf. I knew then, that I was exactly where I was suppose to be. I was with the only people that really matter, doing what we love most.
We have been coming to Trinidad once a year during the summer since before Corbin was born. It has become a tradition that helps define who we are. Our children may not be able to remember what events occurred in which year, but they will be able to remember the sounds, and sights, and smells that only the Northern California Coast can bring. They will have a feeling of nostalgia as they think back on our family tradition. It was this train of thought that led to a flash-forward moment, of seeing my children grown, with children of their own on this very same beach, instilling in them the tradition we began so long ago. I realized that this tradition will ring strong when they are grown, as it does for me now.
