Or, the boards that somehow make it into the house, and call a particular corner their home. How did I come to have a surfboard corner in my house?
Or, the wetsuit that is very often found hanging in the bathroom, apparently drying under the heater because I'm told getting into a cold and damp wetsuit is an awful feeling.
Or, the countless stops by the local surf shop, just to look at what boards they have currently - but 45 minutes later I'm still standing and looking at boards, and all things surfing.
Or, the wax. Wax! I have love-hate relationship with this stuff. It is often found stuck to the floor, embedded in a rug or melting on the porch. I happen to also love watching Erik give tutorials to Ezra on how exactly you wax a surfboard. Ezra loves it, and I do believe Erik loves it, too.
And, the sand. It's an ever-present component of my life, and I've (reluctantly) come to love it. Well, I don't love the sand itself, but I do love the joy which surfing and beaching brings to our life, and therefore, I love sand. It's in the car, on the patio, often on the floors, occasionally it even finds itself into the bed (how does it do that?) - and, always, always in Ezra's shoes.
It does not matter if its Summer, Winter, Spring or Fall - there will always be surfboards, wetsuits, towels, wax!, and sand in our day.