But, I over and again fell in love with my babies and the beach. I'm home now, it is late and the van is stinky and Dr. Gooch has a shift. I'll sleep alone in my bed and dream of fish tacos on the Pier, Claudette catching falling kisses from chubby cheeks, a January toe-numbing tide, Sunday soup at the Dills, and our combined nine and the facilitated forming of friendships...and my personal fave--a happy boy. Thank you beach, thank you Dills, thank you Gammy the Great and her Generosity!
I'll dream it over tonight and tomorrow tell you all about it !