All you need is...

So, I generally try my best to not be mushy in any possible way.  It tends to negatively affect the tough exterior I have been cultivating as a shield for my gushy insides these many years.  Something happened this weekend however that gave me pause, and I discovered that my hard outer shell of awesomeness is not quite as impregnable as I had once thought.

As you may or may not know, my mom has recently (eh, the last year or so) moved to a beautiful house near the ocean.  Through a series of events at her workplace, she acquired an inside scoop involving where to find an abundance of sea glass.  Throughout the course of the week her mind blossomed with ideas of what she could do in her beautiful seaside home with buckets and buckets of sea glass.  By the time the weekend arrived a wild hair had sprouted and we were all signed on (my mother, my granny and I) for an impromptu drive up the Eastern Shore of Virginia to hunt our quarry of sea glass.

Aside from the beautiful drive across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, the trip started off a bit disappointing.  I mean, the company was wonderful, the beach lunch was delicious, but the sea glass was just nowhere to be found.  We spent about two hours combing the shore (and getting severely burned in the process) with nearly nothing to show for it.  We rejoiced in digging up even the smallest of shards, none of us willing to admit the steep decline in morale.  Then something magical happened. Just as I was about to throw my hands up in frustration (not really, it was still a pretty fun day) something caught my eye just beneath the surface of the water.  It was half buried in sand, and in all actuality, it just looked like another piece of flotsam, but something made me reach down and pick it up.  What I saw when I rolled it over in my hand was amazing (to me, but I am easily amazed).

This rock.  What was it doing there?  Who had made it?  Had they lost it, or thrown it into the sea on purpose for someone like me to find?  My mind reeled with the possibilities.  What was it's story?  In the end I decided it didn't matter.  It was there for me to find, and I found it.  The chances seemed pretty far out.  I mean, it's the whole ocean.  We were at a beach an hour from my home to which I have never even been before.  It's a ROCK.  Why would I pick up a rock?  Who knows?  But I guess it's probably best not to ask those kinds of questions.  I just put it in my pocket and walked on.

Eventually we came across a woman who was wearing a Cape Charles baseball hat.  My mom asked her where the best place was to find seaglass and she pointed us down the road a bit to the other side of a jetty.  There we found a pretty decent amount of pretty pices of tumbled glass.  It wasn't the bucket loads we had hoped for, but it was good and we drove home happy.