I’m not a beach person. I don’t like sand. I don’t like being sticky. I don’t like stingrays/jellyfish/sharks. But I absolutely LOVE our annual beach trip.
What? That doesn’t make sense. Well… here’s the deal: I can physically feel the joy and gratitude inside me when I watch my family having a fabulous time together. My children love water. Love it. If they could eat while swimming, sleep while swimming, and do school while swimming, they’d be in heaven. Ok, so maybe I slipped one in there.
We started going to the beach when Hannah Beth was a little girl. It is an incredibly affordable vacation for a large family because you do not have to pay for entertainment/activities. The water is the fun for the entire time.
It’s pretty much add food.
Eight years ago, we were gifted one of the most amazing gifts ever: a week at a condo in Galveston with Papalou and Mom. We couldn’t believe it. We’ve gone every year since that time.
We love pretty much everything about it (the view, the space, the amenities), but the people are what seal the deal.
We’ve made some incredibly special memories there with Papalou, Mom, Sis, my niece and nephew, and now Leslie (Papalou’s new wife).
We even scattered Mom’s ashes there in 2008 (and had a good giggle in doing so, believe it or not).
This past week did not disappoint. We had a fabulous time romping and relaxing.
I’m so very grateful for the opportunity to build our family vault of memories and ties that bind (tradition). I’ll take sand and stickiness for that any day. Or week.
What is one of your family’s favorite spots?