My dad had his mitral valve repaired a few weeks ago, so we headed down to VA for his surgery a few days early.
He’s recovering very, very well. Wish I could say the entire trip was this amazing, but the kids ended up getting catching a virus about two days after we were there, then I got sick and everything went downhill for the next two weeks.
Thankfully, my dad did not catch what we had.
I wanted to drive to one of our favorite local beaches, but I was tired from driving all day the day before, so we all agreed on the Ocean front/Grommet Island.
It’s off-season so it wasn’t crowded.
I look at these pictures and wish we could go back to this moment and the days before. I know that sounds dramatic, but there is so much going on right now and I don’t want to deal with any of it.
The kids are fully recovered, but I’m not. Keeping up with their energy levels when I’m at maybe 75% is a little difficult.
I’m trying really hard not to complain, but I haven’t been that sick in decades, or for that length of time.
That’s a big part of the reason for my absence here.
It was a beautiful day to be out.
I grabbed buckets and shovels on the way and we had a nice spot on the beach all to ourselves.
I could’ve watched them run around all day…
It was in the high 60’s the day we went but the water was still freezing!
I don’t know how the kids were able to stand it.
Hoping we can go back this summer.
I miss sitting on the beach, watching them play, staring out at the ocean and listening to the waves.
They’ll always be beach babies.