It doesn’t feel quite like summer until I’ve gone to the beach. Every summer, for the past 30 years, my grandma has rented a beach house for two weeks and it’s always a time of the year that I excitedly await. It’s a tradition that I can always count on and I love the familiarity of our house that sits right about on the sand. I’ve been coming to this house long before I can remember, but the memories mark another year of my life gone by. Friends, boyfriends, and even family have come and gone to the beach house, but I keep coming back. The beach house always seems to start and end another chapter in my life.
It’s always a time to just relax. What a concept! That’s what summer is all about, right? It’s the time of year when I finally enjoy a novel rather than some non-fiction self-help book (as much as I love them, they’re not nearly as entertaining) and it’s time to just do whatever the heck I feel like. Do a puzzle with grandma, eat an ice cream sandwich, go for a walk on the beach. I love the spontaneity of it. I especially love our nightly campfires a la s’mores, of course.
More than anything, the beach house is a time to celebrate family. Our Cook family has a tight bond and we always have. I feel blessed to have been born in this family compiled of a witty and genius grandma, a kooky but clever dad, and a compassionate and thoughtful mom. This is our week to be together and just enjoy each other’s company. It’s a week of good home cookin (ah, homemade clam chowder is my favorite) and a week of good conversation. I love it.
I hope you’ll get yourself to the beach this summer to enjoy everything that California has to offer. It’s been a beautiful summer so you might as well go out and enjoy these happy days!
The Sunny Girl, Lauren Cook