Just Beachy

My beachy days are almost up and it's a cryin' shame. I wish it would never end.

We headed out on the town for some good ole Alabama cookin' at the Oyster House. Jared and I are terribly predictable with our fried shrimp platters and cheesy grits. EB doesn't eat seafood (we're working on her). Mom really knows how to order as she got the Butter Pecan Mahi with a loaded bake potato and key lime pie with heaps of whip cream for dessert. Dad had the catch of the day which was Red Snapper. I didn't get to sneak a pic of his entree unfortunately.

Our dinner view. I bet there are crocs in those waters. Chomp chomp.

 For the children

We have to take lots of photos when we are actually clean and fully clothed. Otherwise it's sun tan lotion scent and bathing suits all week long.

 So strong.

 This is what I deal with.

Well that's all folks. Beach time is coming to an end. Back to reality. All good things must come to an end I suppose.

XO,
Bee

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Fun in the Sun

If you didn't catch my drift from the previous Gulf Shores post, it is pretty much the bomb diggity. After just getting back from a long exhausting work trip I was more than ready for a little r and r. Let me summarize my days...

Sleep in...by sleep in I mean the sun was in the sky. Granny over here.

Morning run if I am feeling young and spry

Eat, beach it, burn, eat, read, burn some more and eat again. I think you get it.

It is everything a vacation should be and completely guilt free. On top of all of that I get to spend countless hours with my favorite people. I love them to death and I do not apologize for the family photo shoot that is about to commence.

The story behind this photo is that Dad insisted on having a non-corny photo with Mom. They took some pictures for their church directory and let's just say that the poses they made them do make those cheesy prom poses look moderate. We begged Mom to buy some of the photos for comic relief but she wouldn't budge.

 They just celebrated their 34th wedding anniversary. Something to aspire to.

 Everything I hope to be one day. Isn't she a beaut?

So typical...everyone picks on me. My response to Dad telling me I look like a goofball. He has forgotten I am a direct reflection of him.

 Okay normal.

The morning storms were impressive. Short and sweet.

 Off to the beach. My photographer is a little stunted/challenged. Ehhhhem Jared.

 I was playing with the camera when Dad saw the shark. I caught his shadow at least. I got to see the little devil the next day. No Jaws or anything but still a little erie. I still have all my fingers and toes.

The battle to win favorite child award. It may not look like it here but I am winning. Let him relish in his moment.

 She's pretty loved and really what's not to love?

I asked Mom if she would hold Dad's hand for some bloggy blog photos and she obliged. She went up grabbed Dad's hand and he was so touched by the gesture, you know walking on the beach at sunset with the love of his life...mushy stuff. Honest Mom, told him it was in fact for the blogger standing right behind him. 

 Crushed. But they still like each other a little.

We always rent a beach front home either with Meyer Realty or Kaiser Realty. This really is the way to go in my opinion because the beach is private and the neighbors are friendly. Our house with Kaiser was large and in charge with some pretty impressive views.  Everyone could have had their own room but EB and I like to share. Good bonding time. If you are ever in those neck of the woods, I highly recommend Alabama. Not too touristy but plenty to do.

Until tomorrow...

XOXO,
Bee

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Sweet Home Alabama

Ever so fortunate, I have seen and traveled near and far. There is a moment when you journey somewhere new and it instantly warms your soul. You suddenly feel right at home. I have been so lucky to find a few places that never grow old.

For my family the phrase "Sweet Home Alabama" are three little words that come to life nearly every summer. Something in the air changes the eve of vacation. The minutes slowly pass by as we so eagerly await our departure. 

The clock strikes twelve and so we set sail (relatively speaking). The hum of the tires, windows down, the sound of cicadas singing, and the morning dew settled in are nothing but nostalgic reminders of a well traveled journey back down south. In a matter of hours the Gulf rays will be toasting my skin and the salty mist will be fresh in my hair. If only for a week, we will be home by the sea, altogether again.

Just to give you a little taste of my family vacation none better spent than in Gulf Shores, Alabama. A week filled with sun, salt, laughter, love, books, mischief, and more. Welcome to one of my favorite places.

The mischievous one.

Shark!

Mother and daughters.

 

Sunsets.

True love.

 XOXO,
Bee

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