Last Saturday I rolled out of bed late . . . Luke mentioned that it would be the perfect day to go to the beach. I ignored the logic of my thoughts that reminded me that we were having company the next day and the apartment needed to be cleaned. Yeah, I guess I needed to shop for the dinner too and it was almost noon anyway. Oh well, you only live once . . . so we threw some jackets in the car and took off.
We have been all over creation together since we have been married. We have been a stones throw away from the Atlantic Ocean. We both love the beach and it seemed strange that we had never been there together.
Luke knew the perfect place to grab fish and chips for lunch. The cutest little walk through joint. All they serve is tuna fish and chips. Kinda informal. Grab your soda out of the ice chest that sat under a near by tree. There's some gravel to park in and a picnic table to sit at.
I love coming over a hill, knowing that the ocean is on the other side. Hearing the waves. Feeling the wind against my face . . . it always makes me take off running. And it makes me smile as I feel the sand in my shoes or between my toes.
Fun days . . .
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