Some of my favorite memories as a kid are of my family vacations to Crescent Beach, FL. We used to rent a house for a week with several other families and spent all day in the sand, sun and surf. That one week seemed to last forever. It was the best! After the loss of my father I felt a pull to go back there. I think my mom felt it too. We drove down for the day, just to dip our toes in the water and get some fried shrimp. But, it was so much more. We needed to make a new memory. To have a little fun. For life, and the good times, to go on.
Oh, and just dipping a toe in the water- Alice knew no such thing.
My little soaked and sandy mess had so much fun. My mom and I smiled so much our faces hurt. It was a good day.