Morning run and my footsteps on the beach in Watercolor, Florida.
Breakfast! Jason made the best hash browns. They were delicious !
You didn't really love the beach. You adjusted and accepted it finally but the only thing you really enjoyed was searching for shells. This is the one thing Watercolor doesn't have much of. Truly.
So, spending time with you on our last day we searched for shells. And I mean Mommy really searched. For probably a good hour and a half. They were hard to find. I found a few and would have to fight the waves and salt water in my eyes. But I found a few. I kept asking if you wanted to go the pool yet but you wanted to search for a special shell.
I was crying on the inside. Pleading with God to let me find a shell for you. Not a piece of one or a teeny tiny clam. So I kind of gave up. We decided to walk to the other end of the beach and get Daddy to take our picture. So, as we were walking I looked down and saw a tiny white shell. Like other times, I reached my hand in and instead of grabbing a bunch of sand and hoping a shell would come through, I simply grabbed the light white shell. But, it wasn't a shell! It was a petite, perfectly sized for Landry, baby sand dollar. A treasure for my treasure. Truly, a gift from above and I'll always remember finding this with you. A wonderful memory.
Watercolor you haven't seen the last of this crew. We will be back to see your beautiful beach.
It's where it always be at by the Walmart in between the sport clip and the Office Depot
I hate this day!!!!!
I saw that you just chewed the crap out of your husband
Laney riding bike!
Snake bird
Breakfast
I hate this day
Guitar on porch
First of many trips to Watercolor and all of the things we remember and said!
First of many trips to Watercolor and all of the things we remember and said!
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