I have been away for a wonderful week of vacation. The weather was perfect, the hosts were marvelous, and the companions were much loved. What more can you ask for? My only complaint is that our stay was not long enough, but isn't that usually the case for a vacation week? I started surfing last year, it was on my bucket list of things to do before I die, and I did it last year, rather successfully, if I may add. As long as I can remember, I have been a child of the beach. My dad used to call me the "Coppertone baby" when I was younger. This is not something that is lost on my dear hubby and the dear children. I have been dragging them to the beach for as long as they can remember. The daughter is a fish. In the ocean, in the lake, in the pool. As a child entering her senior year of high school, she is at the beach 4 days of the week, at least! I must say that I am a bit jealous. (I have to work for a living!)
SHE is a beach baby to the extreme, and is fearless. SHE will try anything once. SHE took to surfing like she was made to do it. SHE amazes me.
The waves were big this year, and kind of scary, truth be told. SHE was not scared. SHE did great, like she has been doing it forever!
The dear son decided to try surfing for the first time this year, and HE actually did pretty good despite the 8 foot plus waves!
It was a tough day to learn, but HE stuck with it, and caught some waves!
It was a fabulous week, and I miss the beach already...but the summer is still here, and I'll be back at the beach soon...hang ten baby, life is good!
