My Jersey Trip

My Uncle Gary used to say...
"Any day you can put your feet in the sand is a good day."











This past week I got to put my feet in the sand for the 3rd time this year. My days at the Jersey shore were spent soaking up the sun and spending time with my family...
Every day we got to the beach early...



We flew kites, went running, laughed at the kids, told stories, played ladders, tried to get Bryan to put his feet in the water, and drank way too much Diet Coke.
We spent most of our nights on the boardwalk, shopping and eating...



Grammy bought some hermit crabs for me to take home to the kids. They have been bugging me to get them each one because some of their friends have gotten them. (I won't mention any names.) I wasn't sure if I would be able to get them on the plane. I wasn't even sure I wanted to bring them home. But after seeing the little fellows on the boardwalk I caved. (They are kind of cute and kind of easy to take care of.) In order to make sure I got them home safe I "sort of" hid them amongst some other shells in my carry on bag. But lucky for me no one in security at the airport noticed them. No questions asked...Hmmmmm?????.....










There were many moments throughout the week when I teared up as I remembered my childhood trips to the beach. They were fond memories that I had placed on a shelf. And this past week I pulled them down and remembered...
My favorite part of it all was spending time with everyone. But I also enjoyed the quiet moments I stole here and there...


I can't wait until the next time when I can put my feet in the sand, watch the tide roll in and out, hear the waves crash against the shore, and smell the salt air all around me...