We went to the beach last week and it was lovely. Let me say, that my family(growing up)was not really a beach family. We had a few years where we went to the beach in our pop up camper or went when my dad had a conference near a beach. We are all fair, for the most part, and going to the beach is not the most fun when you basically walk out and start to sizzle like bacon in a skillet. Guilt got the best of us and we realized that we could not hold out any longer. The last time we were at the beach, I took and pregnancy test and found out that a third little bundle was on the way, so the boy had never seen the ocean in person. The girls didn't really remember it too much at all. So we returned to the same beach where the hub grew up going during his youth. It was nice and not too crowded. We stayed in a beautiful house with family and had a lovely, relaxing time. No one got too burnt although 4 of the 5 of us got stung by jellyfish. We didn't spend as much time in the ocean as we had hoped since the jellyfish arrived early and in full force. But we explored, swam, worked a lot of puzzles and relaxed. I am so grateful for the time.