Goodbye to 13 cousins on the beach, reveling in their crab T-shirts.
Goodbye to huge smiles at the end of a long day full of sand and surf.
Goodbye to pictures full of grandparents and grandchildren crowding together for one last picture on the beach.
Goodbye to racing down the beach to an invisible finish line, turning around only at the persistent chorus of parents beckoning them back.
Goodbye to babies sitting in the sand, wistfully watching the action and wishing they were old enough to be a part of it all. Next year, baby, next year.
Goodbye to long walks down the beach after delicious home-cooked meals, time for reflecting upon the joys the day brought.
Goodbye to toddlers racing away from their parents, running to the crashing waves, dry clothes be darned.
Goodbye to baby's first beach trip, first sand in the eyes, in the hair, in the pants, in the toes.
Goodbye, beach. Until next year.
Goodbye to racing down the beach to an invisible finish line, turning around only at the persistent chorus of parents beckoning them back.
Goodbye to babies sitting in the sand, wistfully watching the action and wishing they were old enough to be a part of it all. Next year, baby, next year.
Goodbye to long walks down the beach after delicious home-cooked meals, time for reflecting upon the joys the day brought.
Goodbye to toddlers racing away from their parents, running to the crashing waves, dry clothes be darned.
Goodbye to baby's first beach trip, first sand in the eyes, in the hair, in the pants, in the toes.
Goodbye, beach. Until next year.
