I got there late Friday evening after a crazy day at work and was immediately greeted with a glass of wine.
I woke up to this amazingness Saturday morning.
|Oh beach, I love you ridiculous amounts.|
Saturday ended up being close to 70 degrees and gorgeous - gotta love NC winters - so we went shopping at the outlets early to ensure we'd have enough time to hit the beach.
Y'all, I used to hate the beach. Well, not hate it, but when I was little I'd have to take a shower and change bathingsuits every time a grain of sand touched me. I also was semi-allergic to the sun and the ocean, so the beach just wasn't my cup of tea.
Fast forward to today. I love, love, love the beach. I'm not quite so sun-sensitive (though, my lilly white skin does require a healthy helping of sunscreen) and if I get sand on me, I just jump in the ocean. Saturday afternoon looked like this.
|In other words, perfection.|
|I lost this game to mom by 4. I was so mad.|