Bigger Than A Sandbox

And so my dears here it is late on a Sunday evening that I find myself once again writing to you. The past few days have been a whirl and a blur with all the comings and goings of loved ones!  The Hubs' brother # 3 and his wife have come down for a visit with a boy named Jake.  I always look forward to seeing #3 as we both share an interest in the family tree, he gives me a chance to share what I have discovered since we last met.  Seeing his wife reminds me how few and far our visits really are, they also bring about regrets that we cannot visit more often.  Anywho it is always a delight when our visitors bring children!

A boy named Jake saw the ocean for the very first time this summer.  Trying to prepare him for it proved to be just as interesting as watching him run and jump at every wave that rolled in today.  He asked his grandmother if the ocean was bigger than the river,  Why yes it is she replied.  He asked what color was the ocean.   Blue she replied. He asked did it have sand.  Yes lots and lots of sand she replied. More than my sandbox he asked.  More than your sandbox she replied.   Questions were on the tip of his tongue all the way down from West Virginia.  Finally a boy named Jake got to play in an ocean called the Atlantic Ocean on a pretty little beach. 

Today a boy named Jake got to go to the Point.  Now as I have previously told you the Point is a magical mystical place.  Never have I walked down there and seen the same things twice. Today we saw crabs, little baby crabs and sand dollars.  Why #3 picked up a whole sand dollar and just handed it to his wife.  Now that's true love!  Seaside Style!

Finally after lolling around in the water and resting up for a bit, we started our walk back to the car.  It was quite the walk but thank goodness once again I was able to complete it with little damage if you know what I mean. 

Well folks, lets look forward to next week and a better one at that. Until we speak again,  that's the way I see it!