A good beach day doesn't have to be the sunniest. A few weeks back a little June gloom chased the crowds away and we spent the majority of the day with just our little cohort on the sandy shores. It was cloudy, but warm, with just enough breeze so you never broke a sweat but also never needed a sweatshirt. We found dozens of sand dollars, built numerous sand cities and even after six hours running in and out of the waves my kids were still sniffling and sad when we had to say goodbye. I never could have imagined how joyous it could be to raise my babies on the beach, and now I never want to imagine my life without it. More than anything--the crashing waves, the salty sea winds, the warm sand under toe and the palms dancing in the distance--perfection is in their faces when they chase the waves, when they master boogie boarding, when they work together to create, when they're peaceful and kind and just so ridiculously darling with a bucket and shovel in tow. I'm a better mom on the beach. And frankly, they're better kids. After a long week full of adventuring around this big city of ours, we're all grateful for the peace that always rests on Friday beach day.
This was the first time she wore a hat and the pony out the back killed me! Also, she accessorized with those necklaces and heaven help you if you tried to take them off of her before she left the house. Needless to say, she was a very fancy beach-goer!
The bigger kids just stepped out of a Lands End ad, haha!
This summer Quinn has decided not to dive into the water every two seconds (a-la-Moana) and Cora is content to sit and play with a bucket and shovel for hours meaning my job has gotten a whole lot easier since last year.
This is my Quinny's last summer before she starts school, the little darling. She's living it up, and so am I!
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