Welcoming ourselves home

some snapshots of a lengthy process

We stood on the beach at golden hour with our leggy, ancient Tall Dog. “I’ve gotten everything I wanted as a child,” my husband said. “I get to have a dog and I get to live at the beach.”

I beamed at him and he beamed back. I never dreamt of living at the beach as a child, but then I grew up near Lake Erie, where “beach” has a very different meaning t…