Words Hurt

The one good thing about leaving the warm sand and fresh ocean breeze at the beach to return to the mountains and back to the daily grind is... 

Nothing.  I can think of no one good reason.  Vacations should last forever.

Why would one wish to leave fun and sun?

Every year though, I think...  am I getting too old for this?  Walking through the hot sand to the water is not my idea of fun. However - - -  once I hit the umbrella and feel the sea breeze sweep over me, it's like  ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Directly in front of our hotel sits an umbrella/beach chair/boogie board etc. rental business.  All you have to do is tell them what you want and pay them and they follow you to your desired location on the beach where they plant the umbrella for the day.  At the end of the day they go out and retrieve it.

We always get an umbrella...  and sometimes chairs.  Beside of us this year was another older couple who had enjoyed the luxury of a chaise lounge for each of them under their umbrella and they were kind enough to gift it to us when they had had enough and were ready to head back up to their room.

When we left, we found another couple to pay it forward to...  They appreciated it as much as we did!    If the Lord wills us another vacation at the beach next year, I will have a chaise lounge under my umbrella!!

Wait!  What?!?  You can't think of one single reason to come home?  Seriously?  Not even one??   Well then!  My new pack consists of just me, Squeaky Man and Wormy-Friend.  You need to make it up to me... somehow...  Words hurt, ya know?  Use your imagination if you will.  Toys.  Treats.  More Treats.  Playtime.  Walks.  More Treats.  More Treats.  More Treats.  A belly rub.  More Treats.  It will take a very long time for me to forgive you...  but I think it can be done.  We will take it one day at a time.    

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