What a wonderful, whimsical week with old pals at the ocean. There is nothing like it, really. Long- ago stories weaved into updated ones, creating new memories, watching - giddy - as our kids play with each other, thinking back to when we were all just kids.
We study in awe as little ones (presto-chango-overnight) have turned into tweens and teens, thinking, I fed you a bottle, I held you when you were tiny and now you have your own Instagram; you're playing softball and acting in plays... Then there are the oohs and ahs over new bouncy, dimple-elbowed babies, thinking - oh. my. gosh. - in comparison, my kids are so BIG, so grown-up.
Meal time is a big, loud, chaotic gathering, each family feeding the crowd for a night. Hot dogs, nuggets and mac and cheese for the kiddos that don't dig the menu. 12 children simultaneously yelling for seconds of something from their mom. Dad's sneaking off during this lagging end of supper that calls for drinks and cigars on the deck.
By the end of the week, parents' patience are shot, kids are tired from sun, sugar and meltdowns and moms start packing a day early. Just when we think that we cannot lug another toddler on our back, shake sand out of something, find the last pair of swim trunks or towel... we think, that's OK. Why? Well, it was exciting and relaxing, fun and comical, breezy and quiet, wild and wet, sandy and soggy and we can't wait to do it again because:
Creating these precious memories is just too good to pass up.
Thanks for a reminder of why I love you all so much, friends.
These are the days and I am savoring them.
Cheers and here's to next time!
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