Fearless. That is our little girl. Think of the Atlantic Ocean as row of hungry linebackers and LB was LeSean McCoy-ducking and diving the defense in pursuit of the end zone. When the adventure did finally stop, the creativity began. I was amazed at how quickly she took to playing in the sand. In our previous beach trips she expressed no interest in sand creations or being sandy. This time around, Pop pop decided to break out the shovels and buckets- and game on. The beach became her canvas and the seashells were the paint. Once we graduated into the sandcastles on the final day, you could literally see her imagination at work- meticulously using sea grass as the fortress flags and the mini clams as the castle ornaments. Daddy proud.
The beach days were divided into three parts-
The ocean- tracking the waves in and out, swallowing the salt water, running from Mom Mom and Pop Pop.
The bubbles- This is where grandparents never cease to surprise- the obscure bubble maker gun that ran through a gallon of soapy solution in 3 days. Genius.
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