Dreams of the Beach

Julia, Aidan,

I dream of the beach. My dreams of the beach before you came along involved your mother and me, lying in the sand, under an umbrella, nap-reading, getting nice and toasty and then plunging in the water.  

 
 

My dreams of the beach are much more exciting now that you're here: exploring new textures and sights never seen before and crawling and learning to walk in the surf.

 

 

 

Digging holes and filling them with water, searching for jellyfish and sharks, building sand castles with the sole intent is to destroy them. Naps, long glorious naps. 

 

 

The smell of baby shampoo; sandy goldfish crackers; suntan lotion everywhere! 

And since these beach days are so much more fun for you when there are other children (or man-children) around, there's nothing better than sharing these trips with family. It's become an annual tradition; and this year's (second) trip to Galveston with cousins was definitely one which will captivate your dreams for a long time. 

Aidan, you still to this day (over a month later) keep saying that you want to go to the beach with 'the kids'.

 

Julia, you might not even remember the beach at this point, but I'll never forget this, your second trip to the beach: it's where you learned to walk!

 

We hunted crabs in the dark, your mother took you on a sunrise walk to the beach, Julia, and I took you, Aidan, and Addison to the beach at sunset. We had ice cream, popcorn, so much cool, cool water, and delicious fruit. 

 

 

 

 

Aidan, your friendship with Addison and Autumn reached a lovey dovey fever pitch. They might be your best friends.

 

 

Julia, you got to hang with the big kids, and you hung tough; you're one of the girls already.

 

There was fun with grandparents:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And just regular, good old fun with family, sand and sea!