Sea of Love

The tiniest bit of green sea glass...both of my treasures in one image.

Yesterday, the little monkey had a birthday party to go to at a little aquarium by the beach. So we rose early on a day that we usually sleep in, readied ourselves quickly on a day we usually linger, and set off on the adventure that is Los Angeles traffic. Maybe it was the early hour, or that it is a holiday weekend, but we sailed through the Sepulveda Pass and arrived early, just in time to get lost in the one-way streets and construction of downtown Santa Monica. Sometimes, I wonder – have I lived in this town for 35+ years? And the answer is yes, I just don’t hang out on the Westside very much, so sometimes, I get lost.

After sea-star-crown-making, fish-gazing, urchin-probing, shark-touching and cake-eating, the party was a wrap. It was an incredibly beautiful day and despite it being January, we Los Angelenos hardly ever get the memo that it is supposed to be cold. I still make it a point to wear a sweater and a gauzy scarf because I refuse to give into wearing shorts in January (and my blood is just not prepared for anything under 72°F.) In all honesty, it was positively balmy out.  The little monkey had asked to take a walk to the water’s edge and put our feet in, so we stopped off at the car to unload both a goody bag and the sea star crown and headed to the water.

When we hit the sand, she peeled off her socks and rain boots (shoe of choice when it’s 75°F and sunny of course) and we took the short walk from pier to ocean.

As we strolled, I held her hand. We rolled up our pants and tiptoed into the chilly water, running towards the tide, then away.

Sometimes, I stood with the Man and we watched her look for seashells in the gentle waves.

The little monkey searching for treasure...
The little monkey searching for treasure…

Sometimes she found what she was looking for…

Eureka! She's found it.
Eureka! She’s found it.

And stored her collections away in her pockets when ours were full…

Storing her prizes...
Storing her prizes…

I even found my own little gem…

The tiniest bit of green sea glass...both of my treasures in one image.
The tiniest bit of green sea glass…both of my treasures in one image.

I was reminded of one of my favorite bluesy rock songs, the remake of “Sea of Love” by The Honeydrippers.

The band didn’t last very long, just a few years in the early to mid 80s, as it was somewhat of a little side project for Robert Plant and his friends Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page and a host of others. You can imagine they might have been busy with their other projects (Zeppelin, anyone?)…they only released one EP.

The song’s impression on me, however, has lasted longer than the band.

I remember when I met both the little monkey and the Man.  I knew they were sublimely special, although for different reasons and in different ways at different times. I felt that sea of love standing there, besides the pier, amongst the tourists, and I told them both how much I loved them.

Here’s your song for Sunday, complete with cheese ball 80s hair cuts and attire – enjoy.

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...

10 comments

  1. What an awesome post! It sounds like you have a very special day and those pictures are incredible! If I wasn’t completely taken in by the sweet pictures of your little girl collecting treasures, I totally LOVE the picture of your sea glass with your little girl in the background! How perfect!

    1. Thank you Kat! It was a really nice day…I’m glad you liked it 🙂 I really like the picture too…I have a few with her in focus as well…couldn’t decide which to share!

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