
We started a tradition a few years back for all of the cousins to meet up at the beach with our grandmother for one last hoorah before the summer ends. It is a treat to have alone time with our precious Mom Mom and the cousins are a little over the top in our fondness of each other...so the weekend is a big ole' love fest filled with laughs and jabs and lots of food.
My grandfather was something else. We have heard many of the same stories recounted year after year and each time they may be exagerrated a tad more, but bring about the same loud laughter. Pop Pop loved the beach and whether we realize it or not, he made the beachhouse a place that all of us find comfort & relaxation in. We have all grown up there together over the past 34+ summers and know the smell of the place, know that cards will be played, know where the best snacks are hidden, know that you must check the date of any bottle coming out of the fridge, know the best bedroom to sleep in, know how to crab off the dock, know to bring the porch cushions in at night, know that a big breakfast is a must, know that we need a new ice machine for next summer, know that our family is outgrowing the place, but don't care if we have to sleep on the floor to be in the same house together. (As I type that I realize that I have yet to sleep on the floor...guess it is my turn)...
We had a great time again this year and missed Chrissy and Steph who could not make it. Here are a couple pictures of Hadley eating up the attention!
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