It just so happens that I grew up in a fabulous, little beach town. Of course as a child I had no idea that it was such a special place to live. I thought everyone had a beach across the street from their house. Much of my childhood was spent jumping in the waves, swimming, collecting sea glass, sand between my toes, and being as brown as a coffee bean. I use to beg my mom to apply more sunscreen because I was so tan and just wanted to be fair skinned. Makes me laugh now. Now that we live land locked in Texas I can truly appreciate where I came from. I long to go back and think of the beach and my roots daily. It’s special for me to bring my own kids to my home. They also love the beach and seem their happiest when jumping in the waves and swimming in the ocean.

While we were in FL we spent a few days at a beach club just across from my childhood home. It was so great waking up and playing on the beach at 8am. My dad joined us one morning. They collected sharks teeth and sea glass that day. Rick read his kindle in the sand. This is what I call a day in paradise.