{A trip to the beach…}

I almost dare to call myself a pro at moving. I mean, in 4.5 years of marriage Zack + I have lived in three states, four cities and five homes. But there’s something about using words like “pro” that make me not want to use them, for fear of really learning what that word means… {giggles nervously}

During the message at our wedding, my Pastor asked Zack to add up our wedding anniversary: June 7th, 2008: 6 + 7 + 8 = 21. “Twenty one, two become one” he shared with us — one part of our wedding I don’t think either one of us will ever forget. And so as we’ve worked to “become one” these last 4.5 years Zack + I have really learned a lot about what it means to be committed to our marriage. When one of us has a dream, we pray about it + ask for it to become the dream of the other. And when one of us feels like God is leading us to do something new/exciting/scary together, we pray God will show that to the other, plus how exactly to make it happen. For Zack, this has been supporting my desire to quit my day job to focus on Gussy Sews. And for me, this has been moving to Los Angeles so Zack can pursue a dream he’s been sharing with me since we started dating {over 8 years ago}.

Moving from city to city, as often as we have, has been really hard. I thought all I wanted in this life is consistency — I want to remember our address on my own instead of asking the pharmacist to give us a little hint of where we used to live {to verify our insurance}. Turns out pharmacists don’t think those kinds of questions of funny.

But they are more than just a funny question to ask. They are an overview of the crazy, roller-coaster life we’ve been blessed with.

But what I’ve learned this last year is all I really want is consistency with my God + my family. And I have both of those.

With our recent move to Los Angeles Zack + I committed to tackling a few things, to make the transition easier: find friends to connect with + venture out often, exploring this new city we call home.

And while I feel like we’ve made some amazing new friends in the 12 weeks we’ve been here, the latter part of that sentence has been a lil dull for us. So a couple of weekends ago we packed a quick lunch, grabbed our sunglasses + the pup, and drove north towards Malibu. We only drove about 30 minutes north, but we enjoyed the drive, stopping when we wanted to explore something outside the Jeep. And then we spent some time at one particular beach.

And it was amazing…

And so refreshing…

And so fun.

As we drove to this beach we were sandwiched between the Pacific ocean {on the left} and the mountains/bluffs {on the right}. We saw a dozen or more fresh fish/seafood restaurants, tiny little gas stations, bicyclists, colorful beach houses. We saw the brightest blue sky, crashing waves, flags whipping in the wind.

But I really think the best part of this little adventure, this trip to the beach, was watching this video of Bauer once we returned home. I know he’s just a dog, but he’s been the perfect companion to Zack + I the past couple of years. Seeing Bauer watch the waves crash against the rocks, and watching his fur become ruffled from the wind, makes my heart melt. I loved seeing Bauer experience something new at our trip to the beach.

I’m pretty sure my heart is going to explode once our baby is born in March. Yep, pretty darn sure :)