Last weekend we went to Pawley’s Island for Labor Day, and we are still talking about what a freaking blast we had.
We stayed in a perfect little condo with our friends Rebecca and Ed and their daughter Sienna, so Beck had a friend. Friends at age 21 months are tricky, they tend to whack at you and take your toys. We’re working on it.
We had one shady day where we ran around town and ate yummy food. We had one night where we stayed up way too late talking. We had one night where Beck SCREAMED for 3 straight hours and popped a molar the next day.
And then we had this day! The most perfect beach day ever in the history of beach days. It was Beck’s first time on the beach, and she was … medium.
She loved the taste of sand, loved the little pools that formed on the beach, and hated how wobbly she was when she tried to walk. She was especially offended when waves got in her face.
She refused to sit in the shade and ONLY wanted to eat Sienna’s snacks, but that was to be expected.
Jay was a rockstar dad and played with her a ton so I could sit in the sun for a bit, although I think he had more fun playing in the waves than anyone.
It was the best, and after this crappy weather this week I’m counting down the days until next spring when we can reasonably start planning Beck’s next beach outing.
Seeing things for the first time through your kid’s eyes: perfect.