I’m not sure I need any other pictures but this one. Shades on. Freckles out. Curly hair getting curlier by the minute thanks to that salt tinged beach air.
That’s French for “freakin’ awesome beach weekend”.
Here are a couple of my other favorite pictures from the weekend in no particular order:
He was in sand digging, wave chasing heaven.
My treasure seeker did not disappoint. I don’t know why, but this year there were gigantic shells and my boy found many.
So glad that we had at least one Knoll with us. Hannie B. and Kate are two peas in a pod. A very pink pod.
Look who turned forty while we were at the beach. Seeing her lying in the sun on the beach for her birthday was a highlight of my weekend. This girl is gold.
The first day at the beach may have been chilly, but these two have no problem with being cool, clearly.
No one in the history of the world has ever taken horseshoes as seriously as this man. It is absolutely endearing. I love him so much.
I’d say this is the real reason we go to the beach, but that would be a lie. I have a love affair with the beach. But these guys are a big part of it and they had a really great time!
Other beachy stuff coming tomorrow.