I have always been connected and drawn to the ocean. I was just a kid when we started vacationing here. Adventure and discovery always began at every sunrise creating fond memories of a childhood spent snorkeling and digging for seashells on Belair Beach. My cousin and I even used to hustle when we were six years old by making colorful beaded bracelets and selling them to tourists for a dollar. It didn’t take long for us to move here permanently.
I think it is both a blessing and a privilege to have grown up here. To me there is no other place in the world like St. Maarten. They say New York City has a pulse. Well we have an electricity, a magic, a magnetic pull that once your in, there is no way you’re getting out. I remember the old airport; they would open the plane door and the heat would spill in and surround you like a warm blanket. As you stepped out onto the stairs and felt the sun upon your face your whole body relaxed and the sweet ocean breeze danced along your skin; that’s the moment you knew you were home. Now with just a few more steps, immigration, baggage claim and out the revolving door and the sunshine greats you and says welcome home.
I am a island girl in every sense of the word. I am a mama, a wife and an old soul.
I am passionate about words. How they can be woven together to express a feeling, a weekend or an event. A simple just how your day is going or documenting a milestone forever. Same can be said for my love of photos. To capture a moment on a photograph is to capture and hold a memory forever. Those fleeting moments that happen in the blink of an eye sealed in a glossy or matte 4×6 frame…ahh I cannot explain the joy I have. Also if I am being completely honest I have the worst memory ever. So scrap booking and making tiny keepsakes are partly for my son to look back on later and partly for me in case I misplace a memory or two.
Besides the art of tanning my body I have never fully indulged in the fact that we are embedded between the Caribbean Sea and Atlantic Ocean. I wish I had learned to surf or scuba dive. To immerse myself in the cool blue waters and swim with the fishes seems like a dream.
I absolutely love raising our son on an island paradise. He could be covered with winter coats and hats and always in need of an umbrella but instead he can roll out of bed and throw on his Toy Story Crocs and take on the adventure of the day. I see him when he is older, tanned skin and even blonder hair whipping past me on his way to the beach to surf or jet ski with his buddies. After he finishes his homework of course!
My plan is to raise an island boy. He is already a lover of Johnny Cakes and Ribs as he should be. For now I imagine my sons childhood and life to continue as it has. With weekends filled with sand between his toes and the salt of the sea on his skin. Surrounded by friends and good food