The enchantment of Seabrook began for our family over 10 years ago. Each visit casting a new spell full of laughter, memories sea dipped and illuminated by the glow of a hot tub or backyard fire pit.
But magic for an adult is diluted in comparison to the vivid joy of a child’s. So, when we adopted our daughter 4 years ago, we knew immediately that Seabrook would be one of our families enchanted traditions. Something that we could weave into Mia’s youth to travel with her always.
We have not been disappointed.
My daughter loves racing around a new house, each visit. It’s a present of discovery for her that inevitably culminates in squeals of joy the moment she locates the room with bunk beds, followed quickly by repetitive requests for a visit to pool or hot tub.
Watching our little Mia bloom with flourishes of glee at least once a year at Seabrook is a joy. And give her some deserved magic which she devours as she copes with her delayed speech/language and Autism Spectrum issues.
I wish I could shower Seabrook’s “Share Your Story” in detail from one trip. But, honestly each visit is special to us—watching a meteor shower under a dark blanket of night with each star in their most diamond like state memorizing three generations from the warmth of a hot tub…
…playing a rousing game of bocce ball just steps from a beautiful home, inches deep in lush green grass, laughter and family sportsmanship filling countless hours…
…seeing Mia race from one end to anther inside a kite the size of a bus during the kite festival…
…watching my husband pass out from pool visit overload with my daughter, mocking his trollistic level of snoring…
…finding a flyer with my author photo and book cover on it plastered all over Seabrook for a book reading visit…
all of these, each story, is a beautiful memory, a gift shared an enchantment… of Seabrook.
