As you're reading this, we're on our way back here. Life has been busy lately. Really busy, and kind of hard. About a week ago, I called Mr. F at work and told him I needed the ocean. He agreed, requested a couple of days off, and the next thing we knew, we were planning on a long weekend vacation.
These photos are from Christmas. My parents drove down from the D, picked us up in Atlanta, and the four of drove down to Florida to join Mr. F's parents for the holiday season. On Christmas morning, the six of us and the two dogs got up relatively early and went for a long walk on the beach. The tide was low, perfect for beachcombing. This might be my new favorite Christmas tradition. All of the family together at our happy place.
I have plans to spend hours on this beach this weekend. Walking endlessly, listening to the crash of the waves, my thoughts, and maybe a few NPR podcasts. Goodbye real life, hello oceans!