I'm at the beach.
I had a vague idea that I was going to post a picture or two every day of the beautiful time we are having. I forgot my camera cord, though, so you'll have to settle for mental pictures. Or maybe a picture from my phone.
There's nobody here, on the island. It's too early in the year for lines at the rental office and rainbow beach umbrellas. Everywhere we go, it's like we belong here. It's kind of like we're the luckiest people in the world.
Except that Louisey FREAKS OUT any time she touches the sand. When I set her down, she screams like she's in terrible pain and says, "There's something on my stinky! There's something on my stinky!"
She's even coming around, though. I even convinced her to play in the waves, this afternoon.
I always hated the feeling of sand when I was a kid, too. I sort of still do. It's part of the reason I've always been a swimmer. Jumping into the ocean and staying there all day helped to keep the sand off of me.
Also, I have a huge and inexplicable need to swim in the sea. I can't help myself.
It was sixty five degrees this morning. The girls and I were wearing pants and sweaters, and we all ended up waist deep in the water and soaked straight through, our fingernails turning blue and teeth chattering.