We are beach goin', beach lovin', splash yourself happy, and sand rovin' kinda people.
The next best thing to the "real" ocean beach is the kind you find at the lake just down the road from your house.
On a tiny little island that is most likely infested with alligators.
Oh, but that's completely normal for Louisiana. No big deal.
I try not to think about it.
And as long as I don't think about it, it's like our own little paradise (for those few seconds I don't think about it).
The kids love it. It's just shallow enough that they can swim around without their lifejackets on and that spells absolute freedom for our kids.
They catch fish and crabs, hunt for shrimp, and jump off the boat.
I'm afraid of fish. I hate the thought of them swimming around me, nibbling at my toes or trying to bite my fingers off. Crabs are even more terrifying. I love the water and I love to swim, it's just that the whole time I'm in the water I'm splashing around like a banshee, trying to scare every living thing away.
It's pretty ridiculous.
Not as ridiculous as the kick Joel gets out of scaring me every time I'm in the water.
Now that's ridiculous.
It was a perfectly sunny, sandy Saturday.
A spontaneous family memory.
I'm staring to really appreciate how flexible our family is. We had planned on having our daddy home for the weekend but he got called in on Sunday and Saturday ended up being our one full day with him.
I'm so glad we went to the beach when we had the itch to and didn't waste a minute.