Fourth of July near Santa Barbara. Two days of marine layer so thick we wondered if the sun had forgotten about us. Then day three broke open and gave us the most perfect beach day imaginable.
The beach opened up warm and clear and we practically lived there. Kids boogie boarding, Paul swimming laps, families building elaborate castles and searching for shells. The water was perfect. The sun was perfect. Some of us couldn't leave the water. Others drifted back to camp to rest. Everyone moving at their own rhythm and it all just worked.
Our daughter's birthday is July 3rd, so Fourth of July cupcakes? Perfect timing. Glow sticks came out. S'mores got made. This was our longest trip yet—four days—and we'd brought in a chef to make meals feel abundant and special. And they were.
Two days of grey. One day of pure golden sunshine. We stayed for all of it and wouldn't have changed a thing.