Rockaway beach; Part 2 of 4.

Me


In the water!








THAT'S COLD!






The next day we woke up to a beautiful foggy morning. Luke, Lily and I went down to the beach and played fetch with our neighbors dogs. Let me tell you what, sixty five degrees in the morning is the perfect temperature. A couple of hours later the fog burned off and it was a glorious, sunny day. Rare for these parts.

We hung out on the beach and watched the children play. It was picturesque, the sun shining down, a perfectly comfortable temperature and contented children playing with each other. Any mother's dream. They even got in the ocean, all of them were a wee bit surprised being that the last ocean we were in was off the coast of Maui. Suffice to say, a couple of tears were shed. But! Being the resilient people we are we pressed on, there is fun to be had, people!

Lily's first words when she'd wake up each day were, "I wanna go to the beach!"

A saying that she continued weeks after we left the beach. It reached it's fever pitch though on the six hour car trip home. Imagine, her, repeating this line over and over again off and on for a couple of hours.

"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"
"I wanna go to the beach!"

. . .get the picture?