sandy toes and salty hair

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The beach is my comfort. It is my second home. The breeze soothes. The constant slush of the waves offers peace. And, the pure grandiose of the ocean is God’s gift. It’s amazing the power of all these things still outshine the tears, whining and exhaustion that always weasel their way into vacations. Sleepless nights and epic meltdowns all seem manageable at the beach.

And, even better, my two little boys share my love. As I watched A dance around the waves, kicking and squealing with glee, my heart was happy. A wave that caught him off balance sent him into a fit of giggles. His excitement was pure and intense.

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It wasn’t always that way. A’s first trips to the beach were filled with uncertainty about those crashing waves and distasteful sand. I’m not going to lie. I was fearful he would decide he hated the beach. What a nightmare.

This was E’s first trip to the beach, and he is truly his Mommy’s boy. From first step onto the beach, this child was all smiles. He was entranced by the sand and studied the waves. And, he planted his pudgy little feet firmly into the muddy sand with no hesitation. This is a beach boy by birth.

“say cheese!”

It’s just not vacation until you get to this point…

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So, what spurred on the waterworks? I asked him to please smile for the camera. Totally a legit reason to start sobbing uncontrollably.

I’m not normally one who dresses her boys in coordinating or matching outfit, but we were on vacation, and I thought why not? They will be adorable¬†in their matching red plaid shorts… that you can’t even see in the picture. Lesson learned. Adhere to previous motto of both boys having any clothes on is deemed a success. Makes for much happier pictures.