The calendar says it's been fall for almost a week, but the weather last weekend said that summer was holding on for dear life. And I'm okay with that because I'm a girl of summer. I love summer. I love everything about summer. I love the beach, popsicles on the porch, being barefoot in the yard and the fact that the sun stays out longer. When Labor day rolls around, I always get this slight feeling of dread. Dread of the cold, dreary days of winter that are just around the corner. And the dread of saying goodbye to my beloved summer. Don't get me wrong, I like the coolness of a fall morning when I go for my run. And I
LOVE college football. Honestly, if it weren't for football, I might just ball up in the fetal position after Labor day.
So, since it was still warm enough last Saturday, I decided we should have a beach day. After all, it could be the last until next year! It was icing on the cake that my parents came down for the day to join us. We packed up, all crammed into our car, and set out to enjoy one last hoorah in the sand.
One last sandcastle...

One more chance to try and teach our baby brother how to build a sandcastle...
One more hunt for the perfect shell...
One more game of "can you guess what I'm making out of sand?"...
One more day of beach bumming...
One more time to watch the kite surfers...
One more stroll...

One more- well, I'm not really sure...
One more chance for Bella to see who's faster- her or the wave...
One more chance to play in the sand with Daddy...
One more time to bury our feet in the sand...
One more frolic in the ocean...
Goodbye summer, see you next year! We'll miss you for sure!