sweat, tears, or the sea.”
I love my new blog header.
I was starting to feel like the old one looked cheesy.
I am worried that this one gives the sense that I am depressed.
Maybe I am.
We traveled visit Jeff's grandparents a few weeks ago. It was a bittersweet trip. Jeff's grandma was in the hospital (now in hospice) and the older kids verbalized what the grownups were thinking...this is the last time we come to Pensacola to visit our great grandparents.
Tough and sad feelings.
We had a great time on the beach. All 7 of us could stay on the beach for hours and hours and hours. The beach renews us. It takes us away. We can play. Rest. Laugh. Cry. Sit and take it all in. We will go back to Pensacola.
It is in our blood.
In the blood of our kids.
Pensacola will be the place that our kids tell stories about. Crazy long road trips, sandwiches, road side parks, and great grandparents.
The very best great grandparents.
And the beach.
(jeff jumps waves with a sleeping baby wyatt.)