They’re From The Beach

His granddaddy moved here when he was about this age.

He walked along this same road…heading to play ball or to a neighbor’s house…

or to the very same beach that these kids play on today.

He spent his summers in this water…

his bare feet is this sand. {Is this starting to sound like a country song?}

One of my dad’s many tag lines has always been, “but I’m from the beach” {usually in response to someone asking him why he didn’t wear sunscreen}…And while we don’t reside here or attend school here or receive our mail here, my kids feel like they too are 'from the beach’. I love that they call it ‘their beach’ and ‘their red window house’. I have great memories of spending entire summers at the beach as a kid and I hope my kids realize how lucky they are to have grandparents and great grandparents who have made it possible for them to do the same.

I have high hopes that my kids, as well as grandkids and great grandkids, continue to have the opportunity to experience this same beach. And who knows… one of them may very well get invited over to Mike and Lobley’s…just like Granddaddy. {don’t ask.}