I may be biased, but I think my friends--including those not present at the beach this day-- make the most beautiful children. They are even cuter when childhood bliss is written all over their beaming smiles. Overall it was a great day with old -- old as in I've been friends with them for 14 years, not old in age or appearance--friends. I wished I could've visited more with my "old" friends, but a certain 7 year old wished to ravage camp and lay in the surf so that the salty sea water could filter into her tube-filled ears (I'm a bad mom-- I forgot the Mack's ear plugs). Nonetheless, it was a fabulous day and my kids had the time of their lives. The older I get, the more I realize that fun isn't defined by how things/events/people please me, but rather it is defined by how these things affect and please my children. When my children have fun, I am pleased.
(Dean copying Porter)
(Henry and North)
(Alta doing what she does best)
(I think this might be one of Alta's favorite days ever)
(Dean trying to hang with the boys-- Jonas and Porter)
(Henry after a fistful of sand)
(Lyd and North--the most smiley baby ever!)