We've lived mostly on the east side of Washington state ever since we've been married. And I like it over here. It's nice to not have my psychotic hair turn into an unmanageable frizz ball the second I finish blowing it dry. However, there are things I really miss about the west side. A lot of things actually.
As far as I'm concerned, the Pacific Northwest possesses unparalleled beauty. And it's everywhere. You don't have to travel to find it. Everything's green . . . even the weeds you wish would die.
I miss boats. And regardless of what anyone tells you, no one on the east side owns an impressive boat. They just don't.
My husband and I took a little trip for our anniversary that's at the end of this month. Nine years. It was an impressive feat, trust us. We left the kids with my parents and headed over to the coast for a couple of days. I love the coast and we had a blast. Maybe next year my feet will land me in Jamaican sand.
Kyle always looks like he's frowning. Don't worry. He loves me. Try not to be alarmed by it.:)
There were bald eagles everywhere. And golden eagles actually. One of them ate a baby duckling right off the shore and so I was a little less impressed with them after that, but they're still quite the sight. I didn't have a zoom lens on my camera, so this will have to do.
My husband's favorite thing about Washington beaches? You can drive right on.
His ultimate favorite thing? His Jeep. I think he took more photos of it than he did of me, so here is one in his honor. He told me he'd take more photos of me if I'd throw myself over the hood. I decided to pass.
We bought a stunt kite and flew it. Kyle's going to tell you that I kept crashing it and that he has more natural talent, but he's lying. I'm just better at nose dives and he's jealous.
Oh, and yes, he always does wear shoes on the beach. Good luck trying to correct that.
Do you know what else I miss? Rain. Not always, but sometimes. I hate the rain when I have to go somewhere and look presentable. I hate it when my pants drag in puddles and I'm wet to my knees (because I'm about as short as a person comes). But I love listening to it on the roof. I love watching it come down. And I love running in it. My sister took this photo for me. I had to reenact my run like 8 times to get it. My dad's a newspaper publisher and says that no newsworthy photos are reenacted, but sometimes you do what you have to do. I personally think my sister made me do it 8 times so that my run would end up being way longer than hers, but I can't prove it or anything.
And I miss playing in the rain. I'd almost forgotten. Luckily my awesome sister-in-law always remembers stuff like this and we took the kids out and let them get soaked. They were in heaven. It's the simple things, folks.
Excellent form, Tanner. You'd think he was born on the west side or something. Oh wait . . . he was. The only one of my kids and it's serving him well.
My nephew, Greyson. The one with the insightful mother. He knew how to properly get wet.
There are things to love everywhere. Complaints about the west side that I hear make me smile. They don't know what they're missing. It's all about attitude. Right, Avery?