It was sunny with a high in the 70's. No clouds. Gentle breeze. A perfect morning to go to the beach. There would be plenty of time to whip up my contributions to dinner later, but the beach could not wait. Living smack dab in the middle of the country there isn't a real beach for over 1200 miles, so we made sure to get our fill.
Before I let the girls run free I made them sit still for 5 minutes so my Mom could shoot off a couple family pictures for us. It was literally five minutes, maybe four, and that's as long as they lasted before the sound of the ocean became to much to resist.
I didn't put their bathing suits on because I figured that even though it was warm in the air, it was going to be cold in the water. It wasn't. Well, at least for us Nebraska people! There were like two other families who were actually in the water, the rest of the beach goers just looked on from the sand. But when ya live in a place as cold as Nebraska in the winter, ocean water during SC's winter still feels warm! So Isaak just hiked up the girls pants as best he could and let them splash and play.
Sydaleigh's pants got so heavy from the water that they kept creeping down and pulling her underwear down with them. But due to the fact that she is nearly four she couldn't go without pants. Marvelly on the other hand is still young enough, so we eventually just let her play in her diaper.
And boy does this girl love the water. Absolutely no fear of the water, at all.
Every time we would try to take a water break (really a break from having to continuously chase after Marvelly so the water didn't swallow her) we would try to play in the sand...
but Marvelly would run right back to it...
and Sydaleigh was never far behind...
So we didn't do much castle building, but we did look for sea shells in the water,
enjoyed the sand in our toes as we walked to the water,
laid on our bellies and splashed in the water,
danced in the water,
and remembered what it was like to be this excited as a kid.
ready or not, here I come....
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