The beach is one of my very favorite places in the whole world. It doesn't really matter which beach - windy and misty Washington and Oregon beaches, sunny southern California beaches, white-sand Cancun beaches...heck, even Lake Michigan in Chicago thrills me; I hope to grow old in a beach house somewhere - anywhere. And living in land-locked North Dakota, I really miss the ocean. My parents would load up our six kids in the van at least once every summer and drive out to the Washington coast for the day. We would drive right out onto the beach and spend the day building sand castles, jumping the waves, and collecting sea shells. My favorite moment was always when I ran over the dunes for the first time, hearing the pounding of the surf before I could see it, and then watch the sea come into view, spread out before me to what seemed like the end of the world.
We have always said that Jake was our little Surfer Kid...he looks the part, no?
After getting tumbled a few times in the waves, Alex wouldn't let go of my hand.
