Loghan and I, hand in hand, snuck by and clicked this picture while trying to look inconspicuous, but in truth baby’s aren’t the greatest spy partners. No worries from the gentleman who gently waved and grin because he is living something special and knows it. Even though the sign on the porch says “welcome ” it’s as if this special place is only for the important, the select appointed few that happen upon it at the right time, right moment. It’s so simple and unassuming but seems to hold more charm than I can hardly stand. It’s this tiny little island’s lighthouse keeper’s home. One of two houses for those privlaged with keeping those waves lit and the other one is just as adorable but for some reason this one holds me captive. Each time we hop the ferry over her waters and then wind our way along the sheep littered countryside coastline, past a small single vinyard and just beyond a sunlit wooded drive we drop down and there it stands.
I’m in love how little and perfect it is. The cliché beacon of hope for the local seagulls to gossip on in style. Her beaches on the north east side are breezy and usually free for roaming uninterrupted to explore the water logged fallen trees or hunt for impossible whole moon shells. But today we were counting on those sea winds to lift the sail of Landon’s first kite.
He had gotten it as a gift from his best friend/cousin Joey and could no longer contain his excitement to see it fly. Up it went on the first try and I’ve never seen a gleem of joy and pride in his bright blue eyes quite like that before. He was hooked and the rest of us went, off to find ourselves some treasures.
This was our first famiy outing in a really long time. It felt wonderful to just be for an afternoon, I think our little family is at its best when out in nature. Watching as we sailed away I’m excited to get started on the details of our new home and that little beach house is going to be a fun inspiration!