Yep, it's already "our" beach. :) These south Texas beaches don't have powdery white sand or crystal blue waters. And when describing them to my in-laws I think I even used the term "dirty beaches" (to make sure they kept their expectations in check). But, when I'm on them my childhood memories sprawl out before me and I am giddy watching my kids on my beaches. I hear lil' peanut laughing as he gets chased back to shore by a wave and I remember "body surfing" with my cousin. Which, when you're ten, just means waiting for a wave to come so you can dive under water and exclaim at how far you surfed when you emerge a tad closer to the shore than you started out. I sit in my beach chair, eyes closed, and I see my grandpa in his chair next to me...lime green swim trunks and pasty white legs. ;) I help C on his hunt for sea shells and think of how many Ziploc baggies I packed full of them and stuffed in my suitcase at the end of another summer visit. The fact that my kids get to play in the sand and splash in the waves on a regular basis just makes me really happy.
When hubby's family came down they wanted to go to the beach and we were happy to take them. We picked C up from school early and played the afternoon away.
The wind was perfect for kite flying.
This child would hardly stick a toe in the pool all summer but he loves playing in the waves!
Still flying his kite. Ha!
We went to a pretty tasty Mexican restaurant with a view of the ocean after the beach. And then this happened on the drive home. (C never falls asleep in the car anymore...that was our big clue he was starting to get sick!)
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