Sunday, October 16, 2011

Beach Bums

The Beach . . . where do I start? Everything I can think to say sounds so cliche: how peaceful it is, the mesmerizing waves, the soft breezes. It truly is calming. I could let myself go and let my worries and cares dissolve. I have to admit that several times as I sat on the beach I just did not want to come home. I guess we will just have to go back!

I loved that we could spend so much time there this summer. I love that my kids had the whole routine down pat: suits on, sunscreen on, find your flip flops, (in the meantime Mom packed the towels, beach bag and snacks) jump in the van, count the bridges over the waterway, look for the Wrightsville Beach sign, find a parking spot at beach access #4, walk through the hot sand to the cool sand, find a spot to drop the stuff, play, have a snack, drink some water, play some more, protest when it's time to go and beg for just one more minute, rinse the shovels and pails, head to the shower, rinse off, back in the van, fold up your towel and put it on your seat, home to Grandma's, eat a snack in the kitchen while you wait for your bath, shake the sand out of your suit, get clean, rest up for next time.

It was quite the process, but worth every minute. I can still see the huge towel pile in the laundry room (especially when the whole crowd was there) and the piles of sand I swept up in the bathroom floor after all the baths were done the the suits were shaken out. We got pretty good at sending all the kids through the bath in a short amount of time. I can still hear the shrieks of protest when we sprayed the kids off in the cold water at the shower in the parking lot. I can still see the sandcastle Grandpa built with the kids. That was all they talked about as we planned our vacation, building a sandcastle on the beach. And although it did not turn out perfect, I am sure it lived up to all their expectations. I can still see my little Sam chasing the birds on the sand. He loved the water, too, and got a little mad at us when we would not let him run head first into the ocean. He was completely worn out after about two hours. It was all we could do to keep him awake on the ride home so he could have his bath before he hit the crib. I can see Ally playing in the surf with her cousins. They made up some game called, "flushed away." I am still a little fuzzy on the rules, but I know it involved a lot of giggling. I can see Sariah sitting on the sand, kicking her legs as the waves washed over her. She always won the contest for most sand in your suit. I can see Zac run into the waves with no fear, trying to keep up with Uncle Brian. He rode his first waves on the boogie board this summer. (We also had to explain currents and undertows to him and then Mom had to let go and trust him.) I can still see my timid Brook, getting a little braver each time we went. By the end of the summer she was jumping and splashing with the rest of us. And I can still see my trooper of a husband who went with us as many times as we wanted to go, even though he had a bad burn on his leg that did not take too kindly to sand. (And how did he get a burn, you might ask. On a his friend's motorcycle as they were heading up the canyon to go tubing on the river. See, he did play a little without us, too.)

While the pictures will never do the memories justice, I am glad we took them. And I am glad we brought home some sand and shells to help us remember, too. It will have to tide us over until next time.






















3 comments:

Danielle Thompson said...

beach pictures are my most favorite! the smiles are always so natural because they are always having so much fun...just darling!

Tina said...

Oh Amy, that looks like so much fun!! What a perfect vacation. Love all the pictures!!

Toni said...

Please hurry back. I will go with you to the beach ANYTIME! You want.
Toni