This September my family and I went to the beach. It was pretty decent weather, not too hot and hardly a chill in the air. The water was nice and cool but warmed up a smidgen in the afternoon. We were at Port Aransas staying at Sea Sands, a place my mom is obviously obsessed with because they stayed their for their honey moon back in the day.
This year we spent way more time in the water than last year. I was glad because my favorite parts are: Body Surfing the waves, sinking my feet in the sand right where the water's edge hit and recedes, and building dinky castles of sand! On our last morning I woke up and went to the beach to just sit and think. I don't remember if I actually thought of anything. Hmmm.
My nephew Caleb, on day one of introducing him to the beach, seemed like he was going to love it alright, but then the next time and the next after that he seemed to be getting more sour over it. We tried the pool for a calmer scene, but that didn't really seem to fly either. We realize that it could've been him teething, but maybe he also just hates water. Rude.
He is a Scorpio, "Still Waters Run Deep." (a link to a description)
I guess the pool wasn't still enough, or he was just tired. I sure as heck was when I got home Sunday. Nap time!!!
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