Tuesday, June 9, 2015

a salty sandcastley cloudy crashing gift

My mom and the kids made up a beach poem on the long drive home.  Here goes...

The beach smells like warm salty moisture swirling around me (Nana)

The beach looks like a big sandcastle (Zeke)

The beach feels like clouds sewn together (Anna Grace)

The beach sounds like cymbals crashing (Anna Grace)

The beach tastes like lemons and cold fleshy shrimp (me)

We ADORE the beach!

(And I am beyond grateful for this time with my sister's family and my mom! Thank you Jesus!)

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