As I mentioned the other day we went to the beach last week. It was the first time any of our kids had seen the beach. It all started because Matt had a business conference scheduled for the beach and because he’s an awesome husband and daddy he took off extra days and turned it into a family vacation. I kinda like him. Have I mentioned that?
We did all the things you’re supposed to do at the beach. We took a walk down a pier where we saw 3 sting rays and lots of fishermen with their catches.
We found sand crabs and caught them in nets and looked at them closely and let them go. We also wrote our farewells to them in the sand in perfectly scrawled phonetic spellings of “bi”.
We fed the seagulls.
We shopped at souvenir shops and spent way too much money for trinkets.
We ate seafood galore. Okay, Matt and I ate seafood galore. The kids wouldn’t touch it (which was wonderful, I didn’t have to fight anybody off my food).
We scoured the beach day and night for seashells. Seeing the sun set while listening to the waves lap.
We sorted our treasures.
We sat early in the mornings and watched the sunrise on our back porch.
We (as in me) took our pregnant bodies to the beach and got a little too sunburned.
We sat more relaxed than I ever thought we would be with that many small children on the beach and just watched them play.
We found crazy sea life washed ashore.
We said goodbye and thought it was better than we ever could have imagined.
