Beach Bums

We finally made it to the beach the week before Labor Day. With a wacky planting season and starting my real estate business, this year has been one for the books. We all needed the getaway.

This little cool cat was ready to get to the water. We always stay at the Caribe in Orange Beach and we unload onto these utility carts. Henry always gets loaded onto one of them like the precious cargo that he is! We have our little routine on how we do it and this time we packed in plastic tubs because of the simplicity of it and traveling in the truck we always fear rain.

We arrived before sunset and ran out to the beach to watch it set. It is what we usually do upon arrival each time. We are pretty routine driven in our house. We don’t “shake it up” too much. If it works, we keep repeating.

Henry had been asking to take his shovel to the beach all summer so he could dig for treasure. Finally he got to dig. He was so excited. He had his daddy dig a hole to stand in and that was just great fun, of course. Daddy is the treasure!

shells were a hit this time. He is at an age now where that is exciting. I actually found some in my kitchen last night. They came home with us, tucked away inside everything we brought back. It just makes me laugh and remember the fun week we had together with little interuption on crop and housing updates. Priceless moments.

Oh, the Caribe. The pools there are to die for. Henry loves to jump from the ledges over and over and over. He weighs quite a bit and we both go our arm workouts in while away. Catching him ain’t easy!

We found Daddy’s flop! Randall’s “flop” (as a friendly yankee called it at the Caribe) was lost for a day. We searched everywhere. He had one and was missing the other. We decided since we were in Alabama and they were houndstooth someone stole it. Wrong! Henry and Randall discovered it in the last lost and found bin to search before giving up. It evoked great laughter and celebration.

Making happy memories with my boys brings me great pleasure. I am one blessed girl. Things do not always come easy, they are not a cake walk and we are not perfect, yet we know to cherish each other and the gift of family God has given us. We do not deserve any of  it. We just wake up each day and hope He sees fit to continue to love and bless us.

We decided to visit the USS Alabama while we were on the coast. It was quite impressive. I am always in awe at things like this. We have so much to be thankful for in this country and it saddens me to think of how “undone” things are right now. God help us.
We saw the Blue Angels fly over us three days in a row while at the pools. American pride right there. All the people looking up in a flash with beaming smiles. Gave me goose bumps each time.

 Playing in the bubbles at the Hangout. Our sweet friend Michelle always snaps photos of us at the beach. She took 3 year pics of Henry for me since he is almost 4 and I have yet to have them done. Who knew I would get behind on photos of this child?! ha. Well, laugh Julie and Hollye, because I am regular ole folk afterall!

The added incentive of going to the beach – Nana! She rode most of the way with us to stay with a childhood  friend for the week. She was such a joy to have in the backseat. We picked her back up on the way home and did it again. Henry will now excpect her in the backseat for all long trips. Good thing she is retired now!

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

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