What is it that stirs our senses when a place is very dear to our hearts? I have come to learn, it is the warmth of familiarity. One such place for me is beloved Balboa Island. From the time I drive across it’s welcoming bridge, laden with American flags, I feel right at home. For me, it is a perpetual reminder of summer and wonderful years spent with my family, and making new and everlasting friendships. The white roses that border the walkways, the invigorating smell of the ocean, the seagulls gracefully dipping down to kiss the bay, and the delicious aromas wafting through town of cinnamon rolls baking, are but a few of the reasons I am filled with wonder and gratitude. This July fourth I feel extremely blessed to call this nostalgic quaint island, home.
