My Father has always loved the ocean, I have never asked him why but i can only assume it’s why so many of us do.

It’s more than just a place, it’s a feeling, unexplainable at best, granting us peace when we simply show up as we are.

As I’ve watched my Dad stand quietly on the oceans edge I have reason to believe the constant salty waves grant him an extra dose. Giving tranquility to man who worked tirelessly to provide for 8 kids but always showed up, who believes in honesty no matter the cost and it has cost. Yes, he deserves the extra dose. 

But again, I have never asked my Dad why he loves the ocean, and I suppose I’ll keep that between him and the ocean air, but I know I love it because of him. It’s the place he taught me to be fearless, curious, and explore. Take interest in others and that laughter can heal the deepest of wounds. To never stop asking questions and to go after dreams regardless of age. To take in your surroundings, quiet yourself in the moment, and notice the intricacies of nature—these being lifelong lessons, shaping my life into something extraordinarily beautiful.