We arrived at Dana and Wendy’s house, and they immediately began to plan our visit to the beach. They welcomed Matt, in the pouring rain, but slowly the clouds began to part, and we headed out. After the heartache and disappointment of a cancelled flight, at least Matt would be able to see the Atlantic Ocean before returning to Nebraska! The night was filled with Springsteen irony! Although Springsteen’s music always is the soundtrack for our trips to Jersey, with the move to Nebraska, it has actually become the soundtrack of our lives. It should have been playing on the beach that night. A carnival was in full operation just down the shore, and I felt like I was in a Springsteen video. Colin and Ian broke our guest in by playing in the waves and later playing sand football. Wading in the waves never gets old. It is funny each time the waves come crashing in and soak us as we stand there silenced by nature’s majesty. Wow!
As the sun began to set and the football became too dark to see, we climbed back into the van covered in sand and surf. I said a silent prayer in thanksgiving for a day that started out rather wackily (is that a word?) and ended magically. Springsteen’s refrain echoed in my ears as we made our way back to the house. “Baby, we were born to run!”
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