If today was a dessert, it would be a banana split with strawberry, vanilla and chocolate ice cream. It would have three perfect mounds of whipped cream, hot fudge, and peanuts. Lots of peanuts. Hold the cherry; they are gross and ruin the perfect sundae. With each bite the tastes merge, creating a little bit of heaven.
Like sundaes, today was made up of lots of little flavors and textures. It started with a shared scone with my best girl and a long walk on the beach with my best girl and husband all before 7:30. We had the beach to ourselves with the exception of a few frolicking dogs, serious AM runners, and the occasional early-morning riser. We felt the sand between our toes, felt the wind on our faces, and tasted the salt in the air. It was bliss.
For lunch, we threw together an impromptu hot-dog roast on an Ella friendly portion of the beach where sand was soft, the wind was calm, and the water was still. Wading in the water increased our appetites. Hot dogs were cooked to perfection and satisfied appetites, even with the occasional grain of sand here and there. A certain Missy Moo was especially fond of the lunchtime treat. And the soft sand. Boy, did she love the soft sand! At one point she even thought to take a snooze on the sand, covering half her face with tiny grains. No worries. A little bit of never hurt anyone, especially Ella.
Ryan and I were able to sneak away to the "Big City" for an hour where we walked at a snail's pace looking at the other vacationers, soaked up the sun, and talked about nothing and everything. Ice cream cones capped of our sweet date. Today was sweet!
