Living in Florida means you are always just a short distance from a beach! Last week the kids were on spring break and really looking forward to a visit with their super fun aunt, uncle, and youngest cousin. They were to hang out and have good times while I was supposed to take a business trip to Texas. I know it would be shocking to any good Texan, but so far in my 34 years of life, I have yet to visit the Lone Star State. Not by choice, just never had occasion to visit. But I have always been curious about Texas culture and was excited about the opportunity to experience San Antonio.
As I was getting ready to leave town, the perfect storm of childcare issues rolled in, and I ended up having to cancel my trip! It was such a strange sequence of events and really left me in a funk for a few days. So on Saturday, we decided to head to the coast. That is, after I ran several errands, did some housework, and entertained the children so Joseph could sleep in after periodontal surgery on Friday. It really seemed like we were never going to leave. Things just kept getting in our way. But we persisted, and just as the minivan was on the edge of town and we could almost smell the ocean air an hour ahead of us, our minivan was rear-ended in traffic. Really?! Are you kidding me?!
After an hour of police report mumbo-jumbo, we finally were on our way to St. Teresa Beach, but decided to modify the trip to just swimming, dinner out, and headed home that evening. Even as we were almost there, I wondered if we were doing the right thing. And then when we unloaded the van and the kids were so excited, and I saw the joy on their faces, I was grateful we forged ahead. Joseph was a great sport considering that he was still recovering from his surgery, and he captured the kids with the camera just in time (since we sold the camera the very next day in preparation for an upgrade)!
Mr. Adventure, he spent his time either jumping into the waves or letting them crash against his back with great anticipation!
Now where did I put that shovel?
My sweet Ander, who is normally so calm and reflective was a total wild man, running into the waves and daring the sand beneath him to get deeper.
We stayed until sunset and then headed to a seafood restaurant where we enjoyed a dinner free from grilled cheese and chicken fingers. I was proud of the children's desire to experience the fullness of our day at the beach. They wondered which boat caught the fish we feasted on and how fish can live underwater. Good times after all.
Good for you all forging ahead for a beautiful day at the beach! It was worth all of that trouble just for the gorgeous photos. And I so hear you on having a meal that's not grilled cheese or chicken fingers. Hooray for trying new things!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rebecca! We have really tried in 2010 and this year to do a better job capturing the kids photographically. It's funny the things that make us happy as a mom! :)
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