Surf Runner

Where on earth did the last seven days go to?  They vanished, in a flash, just like the ice cream in my freezer and the cookies in my pantry.  They were glorious days filled giggles, and laughter, splashes and crashes; sticky hugs and chocolate kisses.

It appears we have beach bums and water rats for grandchildren.  Which means we didn't waste any time getting to the sand and the surf.



The G-man waded in the shallows filling his buckets with water and hauling load after load to higher ground.  Over.  And.  Over.  And.  Over.  Again.  But more on that later.



We had something last week that we usually don't have in the southern Gulf of Mexico.  Waves.  Wind and high surf prevailed for several days and Miss A was in hog heaven.  While other young children stood timidly at the water's edge clinging to the hand of the nearest adult, afraid to venture into the crashing waves our Miss A didn't hesitate for a second.



She ran.  She splashed.



She dodged.  She jumped.

And she ran some more.

She kept this pace up for over two hours.

And then she went home and jumped in the pool.

I'm exhausted just thinking about it.  I think I'll go take a nap.