Early this evening I prepared a small crock pot full of chicken taco soup, using the ingredients left on hand at our beach house in North Carolina. I brought fresh garlic, onions, sour cream, cheese and chicken from home, but all of the other ingredients were tucked away in the pantry waiting to be cracked open.
We packed the crock pot, napkins, two bowls and spoons and a small cooler full of beer and limes and headed for the beach. We bought backpack beach chairs earlier this year and they were absolutely perfect for leaving our hands free to carry the food.
We found the perfect spot on a nearly vacant beach on a gorgeous, seventy degree day in October. We set up our chairs, pulled out the crock pot and ate dinner all alone. The beach was nearly empty and only one person walked past us during our stay. We arrived about an hour before sunset and stayed until well after the sun vanished over the dune.
These simple, quiet moments with my husband are the ones I treasure most. Such a tiny, inexpensive moment fills my spirit with tremendous joy.