We just finished up our annual beach trip with my parents, sister's family, my aunt and cousin, and, the word that comes to mind is TRADITION.....it is a family tradition to make this trip, one that was started by my great-grandmother many, many years ago. We always stay in a rented home at a beach south of Myrtle, we always eat many good eats - big breakfasts, large lunches and huge dinners, the women always do a day of shopping, there are movies to be seen, water parks to be attended (this was even done by me as a child though the parks now are much larger), music trucks (aka ice cream vans) to be chased, fireworks to be fired (as well as watched), trips to Painter's Homemade Ice Cream, walks on the pier, and waves aplenty to be ridden. This is always our trip in a nutshell, tradition. What makes the trips, though, are the memories that are had each year as my family joins together under one roof for one week. The memory that will stand out for the 2009 trip will be the encounter with the not-so-pleasant motorcycle driver. Said encounter did not define the trip by any means but gave us an extra laugh all the same. Beyond that we enjoyed:
Fishing for minnows and walks on the pier....
*A friend made this "pillowcase" dress for MK the summer before we received her referral.
Though Ryan is in none of the above photos, he was there having a well deserved vacation. He is such a good daddy and husband....Happy Father's Day, Ry!
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