We got into the OBX on Friday night. We checked into our hotel on the beach, then strolled the shoreline for a night of stargazing. We decided to come back the next morning for the sunrise.
These pictures tell our story.
It was wonderful to be back in a childhood memory with the man I love, but I constantly thought about our little girl. It meant a lot to me to write her name in the sand at sunrise-- I never told Ben that that had been a goal of mine since we lost her. Seeing the tide roll over the letters I wrote so lovingly was dangerously therapeutic. I love her so much, and I know that, though water may destroy something we love, it also washes the sand clean.
I think Eleanor would have liked the beach.