If we have to be held hostage in California in real estate pergatory, at least we are given days like today. Aunt Suzanne is in town for a visit, and we took advantage of a splendid, gorgeous 75 degree day in Carmel, my favorite beach spot. (Many ocean towns here rarely enjoy the warm fog-free weather that we get 30 miles inland, so today was a rare treat.)
Lucy and Mary both danced in the waves, much more bravely than the cool water ought to have allowed. The ocean was gorgeous, with the waves crashing far enough offshore to make the sand bar a kiddie pool of small currents. We truly had a spectacular time. The girls even skipped naptime, which is almost as rare a treat as the clear, warm weather in Carmel.
The entire drive home, every few minutes we'd hear sweet Lucy's little voice pipe up, "Ocean, hon." (Yes, she calls everyone "hon," which is every bit as hilarious as it sounds coming from a one-year old.)
God Bless the Ocean! Good thing we're moving to Portland and not Ohio (no offense, Fr. Rob!).
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