take me to the beach

Ok, back to Spring Break.  I've written about the beaches I grew up around in Northwest Indiana, and I still can't get enough of them.  I think that a piece of Lake Michigan resides in my soul because it is home to me.  I feel so relieved and renewed when I'm at the beach, that it must be true.  Fletcher has always enjoyed going to the beach, even as a little babe.  But Rowan is only now sharing her brother's enthusiasm for the sand and shore.  I think it will be a fun summer.  Now excuse me while I bomb you with beach photos.

{some photos by Brian} 

It was only a slightly chilly day, but the sun felt warm on our faces and soaked into the sand.  We found skipping rocks and tried to skip them as far as Papa could make them go.  He's a skipping expert.  Rowan got her toes too close to the gentle lapping shore and had cold wet feet for a while.  She soldiered on.  I found a few crinoid fossils that seem to just jump out to me after years of my life spent searching for them among the pebbles.  And we all left with big smiles, pink cheeks and sand between our toes.  I can't wait to spend days back here this summer when we come to visit my parents.  It will be hard to not stay the entire summer.