Normally, we head out to the beach in the morning, fight for a place to park, then fight for a place to set up camp on the busy beach. We last about 2 hours in the scorching sun and head home sticky and sweaty. Don't get me wrong, we LOVE the beach, but this week we wanted to try something different.
We left around 4pm, got to the beach at 4:45 and found the parking lot empty. It was still pretty warm and the beach as sprinkled with a few families. We swam, played in the sand, and took a zillion pictures until sunset. After a bbq dinner from a little hole in the wall place and ice cream from a little shop that I have been going to since I was a kid, we rode home with the sunset on one side of us and the moon rising on the other, singing along with the radio at the top of our lungs. Feeling nothing, but bliss.
They are growing so fast, I want to take these moments and freeze them.
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