Seeing family, sand and ocean. I'm not sure much needs to be said. Beach vacations seem to invoke an almost universal experience - the sun burns away worries, salty winds whip away normal life, waves squish and stretch minutes and hours until the only way you can tell the passage of time is by your stomach growling (or shoulders burning!).
Sporadic showers meant watercolor skies and dreamy ocean breezes for hammock naps.
There's always that moment when I recognize that I have tons of pictures of everyone else (but none of me) then try to quickly remedy that - the hobby photographer's curse I guess.
This trip was extra special because it was little Emmett's first time at the beach. It was a good thing that we had a full house, for it seemed that nearly all of those hands were needed to set up base camp for "lil E".
Often it was a small chunk of time before happy, cheery Emmett became uncomfortable, concerned Emmett. Both are equally adorable, but for the purpose of taking nice beach photos, it made for some narrow windows of opportunity. Thankfully we had Grandaddy's arms nearby, which always seem to cheer the little guy up.
Before we knew it, we were leaving Charleston, driving the nine hours back to Louisville. Even though Isaac used 2.5 vacation days, this weekend flew by much quicker than any in recent memory.
I think visiting the beach on the east coast makes nearly anybody into a morning person, at least for one day. Sand and ocean sunrises are not to be missed, and we enjoyed all three of them.
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