There was the time a particularly pesky yellow jacket chased me around the pool and wouldn't leave me alone until I jumped in. I've never seen my kids laugh so hard!
Oh, and we saw a thick black rottweiler skimboarding in the surf. Seriously. His young bikini-clad master would throw the board into the water and the determined canine would run like mad, pounce onto the board and ride it over a wave or two before bailing. Beats anything I've ever seen.
We enjoyed countless moments of magic. Relaxing evenings. Great meals. Long walks. Milkshakes. A pick-up game of basketball at the local Y. Bunches of stuff I tell myself I'll always remember but probably won't. I definitely hope to forget the meltdown my 7-year-old girl put us through as we tried to take a leisurely stroll on the beach, on an otherwise calm, glorious morning.
Our seaside stories go on and on. Most of all, we had a blast. I checked email once in a while but did no real work. It was a fun, therapeutic and downright soulful escape, a true rediscovery of my family, my passions and myself. Is it too soon to start planning my next getaway?