I've been at the beach for the past week for a family reunion. And I've learned quite a lot about myself in the past seven days. Hence, it is time for some confessions.
Shameless "island girl and a pirate flag" selfie.
I confess...that I don't know how to properly pack for just a week at the beach.
I confess...that I also don't know how to properly apply sunscreen. Sorry Robbie.
I confess...that there is nothing better than a late night card game. Or a 500 piece puzzle.
I confess...that when I'm at the beach, I eat just because I can. Not because I'm hungry.
I confess...that even though technically, I'm a "tourist" (as I don't actually live at the beach) I hate shoobies just as much as the next person.
I confess...that I can only read a book when I am sitting on the beach.
I confess....coincidentally that I can only sit still on the beach if I am reading a book.
I confess...that I actually do like semi-adventurous water sports ie. kayaking.
I confess...that I do not like sand in my beach bag.
I confess...that I don't really like picking up a sandy, sun-screened baby. But I will.
I confess...that sandy, sun-screened babies playing on the beach are the cutest things ever.
I confess...that I no matter how many times you point to the dolphins right off the shore, I'm not going to be able to see them. Even after I say, "oh yeaaaa".
I confess...that if I can help it, this is the last vacation I take without my sweet girls.