This morning started out like a day at home. Walmart was a priority. Sammy Trent and I cruised the aisles picking up our few necessities, and, of course, a few un-necessities. Spell checker is going to go crazy with that one.
We returned to the condo hungry for fun. Dave produced the boat keys and that was that. We scrambled around finding life jackets, sunscreen, and the camera.
Last year I refused to get in the water. Spoil Sport would have been a good name to call. The water is . . . , say, a bit chilly. Chilly and I don't get along. One of my two goals for this trip was to jump in the water. Not baby step it like a sissy, but to JUMP. Once on the boat, in the situation, I was kind of glad I hadn't mentioned this goal out loud. Long story short, I did it.
Once the feeling comes back to your limbs it's really not that bad.
We tubed around, let all the kids drive, and all turned a bit pink. We like that pink. Pink is good.
The afternoon handed us the cherished nap time again. Dave snoozed in a recliner while I fell asleep in the sun. Yes, the sun. Now I know how that happens.
Once all were awake Dave took the big kids swimming while Trent and I searched out some Chinese food for dinner. Trent was a teensy tiny bit mad the whole time and let everyone know it. Such a charmer that boy!
We finished off the evening with a 2-hour bike ride to Dover Bay and back. We found that riding through the early evening shadows has a romantic feeling to it. The mosquitos must have also felt the romantic glow because they came out to dance with us, and dance they did!
Bed time was again upon us. And another day marked on the calender, done.
