Today truly felt like the first day of our vacation. After a handful of stormy days, a stomach bug that my mom and I both had and a sad trip into the city, we were ready for some sunshine and levity. Parker had been anxiously awaiting good weather and this morning at 8am, he came bounding into my bedroom to declare the day “beach worthy.”
So, I dragged myself out of bed, chugged some coffee and changed for the beach. It indeed was the perfect beach day. The sun was shining, the wind was low and the temps were in the mid-70s.
We built sandcastles, raced toy boats in the surf and watched big, puffy clouds float by. We had no clock and no agenda so we stayed as long as Parker wanted to and then picked up a gyro for lunch before heading back up the mountain. All in all, it looks like we were there for about two and a half hours.
When we got home, Parker ran inside to greet Lexi and his grandparents and he declared this the best day ever. I agree, little buddy. Here’s to hoping that we have 21 days just like this one.