Folly Beach, Charleston SC

     I have high hopes of being an adventurer and explorer, but by the time the weekend comes along a lot of times it's just easier to lay around and enjoy family, catch up on sleep, and keep the babies routine the same. It helps the craziness of Sunday seem more manageable, especially when the baby is well rested and happy. . . but by the time Monday rolls around, I always feel a little disappointment if we haven't maximized our time and "done" something. I try and temper that feeling with a realistic expectation that not every weekend will be full of crazy escapades, it's just not who we are 100% of the time and that's okay. But when it does happen it's hard to explain just how refreshing and fun it is.
     This past weekend was one of those times. I had mentioned going to Atlanta to Gray the night before, but we didn't have any plan. The next morning when the baby awoke Gray asked if I'd rather go to the beach instead. Um yes! It's a little embarrassing admitting this, but in the two and a half years that we've lived only three hours from the beach we had yet to go and enjoy it. . . By eight thirty the baby was fed, the car was packed and we were on the road.

     We got to the beach around noon and after conquering the parking situation we came face to face with beautiful ocean. We spent a good three hours enjoying the sun and watching Tobias marvel at all the new sights and sensations and when we had had almost too much we packed up and decided to head into Charleston for some grub. We found the downtown market on our way and moseyed around before eating at Hyman's Seafood, oh my word so good, and grabbing Chocolate Chip Tollhouse Pie from a dessert shop. Then we headed home around six and dreamed big dreams together while the baby slept peacefully in the back seat. These are the days I definitely want to remember.