Tiny Treasures

You know that weird, creepy guy on the beach with the metal detector?  I get him.  I really get him.  There's something so peaceful about being caught up in the moment, searching the beach for unknown treasure.

Growing up, my family vacationed at Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.  One of my fondest memories as a little girl was combing the beach with my mom and sisters, searching for seashells.  When I was about ten years old, I found a huge conch shell perfectly in tact and I have been hooked on seashells ever since.  Now I vacation primarily on the Gulf Coast for it's white beaches and turquoise waters but finding shells can be hit or miss.  Until this last trip. 


I was so inspired by the beautiful color palette of blues, peaches, tans and whites.  Most of the shells were so tiny in size but that didn't keep us from hand picking them from the sugar white sand.  On the last day, just before the storms rolled in, we got lucky and found some beautiful larger shells that I plan to put here.






This trip was extra special because my mom went with us.  Being on the beach with her really brought back some great childhood memories.  I hope I can foster these same type of memories for my kids because that's a treasure that lasts a lifetime.

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