This past Sunday we went to the beach. It was quite possibly the most beautiful day to go to the beach in history. It was sunny and hot, but you could somehow sense the end of summer in the day. I don't know exactly what it was, but everyone noticed. A kind of sadness, but somehow it made the day more special- we had the best last weekend of summer vacation that anyone has ever experienced. What a great day.
Our daughter's little classmate and her dad- who is teaching (or trying to at least) us to surf!