Whatever the case, I took only a handful of snapshots to show we spent five days with our Owen family on the Island. Dude, Mom O. and Sarah hosted a family barbeque with Dave, April, Anna, and Alex, investing hours of preparation-- cooking, baking, grilling, cleaning-- only so we could gobble the food and muss up the house. They treated the older four and I with a trip to the water park, where we screeched and zoomed and zipped through tubes and tunnels until we didn't know which way was up, and we didn't care. They cheerfully ushered us into the small pool in their immaculate backyard and brought a crateful of balls, bats, and frisbees from the basement, knowing full well that we'd fill the pool with grass, despite our best efforts, and spread the yard with toys. Mom O. sent us home with bags brimful of gifts, Dude sent us home with flowers to transplant from his gorgeous beds, and Sarah sent us home with the Best Cookie Bars My Belly Has Known in Quite Some Time (oh! those cookie bars!).
We love these gracious, giving folks, and we had a wonderful time.
Snapshots, ho!
#1. Mom O. has the patience that I lack and also the bravery to spread thousands of beads on a table for little hands to sift through and string.
#2. Toys from the basement!
I did take a few pictures at the beach, but only because Sarah wasn't there to shoulder my workload. The morning was gray, the water was frigid, and the girls still had loads of fun. John and I mostly sat and read, but right before we packed up to leave, he told us to line up so we could have a family footrace on the beach. I sprinted for about 30 seconds before huffing to a halt, John stopped to help Lu, who had tumbled to the ground, and the others shot off like rockets until they were specks. Then, the skies opened their vaults, and rain began to pour. It was the most exhilarating end to a beach day we've ever had.
Without further ado, here's a pile of dull beach pictures of dazzling beach girls.
I just don't understand how you can say "Went to the beach with my six children 10 and under and John and I mostly READ. READ?!?!
ReplyDeleteMy trips to water are SO not relaxing- and my trips to water don't even involve waves!
PS. This picture reminds me very much of that beautiful wedding picture you guys have.
ReplyDeleteFabulous day at the beach. The pictures tell your story so well that I can almost feel the sand between my toes!!! The pails full of seashells are great and I love that last picture of you and John!
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Rebecca,
ReplyDeleteOops. I didn't mean to mislead anyone, but I think this is the first time we've gone to the beach since Millie was born without taking a baby with us. Ezekiel happily played with Grandma and Grandpa while we were at the beach, and he didn't even know he was being cheated out of sandy fun. That's the reason behind the mysterious mama reading.
:)
I came back to this post to say how lovely you are, and how perfectly you & John suit each other.
ReplyDeleteThis last photo makes me so happy.
Thanks, ma'am. I have thanked God many times for giving me John and not another. He's a safe harbor. (And I love him, if anyone's curious.)
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