Each year, I bring my family back to the little beach I grew up going to. You can read last year's here...and there's a link to the year prior on that post.
There's something special about reliving the memories of my own childhood with my own children. I contact friends to meet us there. My mom did the same. I pack a picnic lunch for us. My mom did the same. I lather my kids in sunblock. My mom did the same. I sit there on the beach, watching my own kids explore, enjoy and discover. My mom did the same. I gather buckets of water to rinse feet off before the shoes go on. My mom did the same. I have sopping wet bags of cloths, toys with sand still stuck to them and two happy, tired, dirty kids. My mom had the same.
She's no longer here, but I feel happy thinking of her when I do the same things she did with my own kids.
These pictures make me smile.