On Sunday Alma said, “Alma beach?” Which means “I want to go to the beach.” Jesse and I looked at each other and shrugged. Why not? Let’s do it. We had been busy working in our garden all weekend, so we deserved it.
We packed up and headed out.
Hattie napped on the drive to the ocean.
It was a beautiful day. Sunny, warm, not very windy. As perfect as a day at the Oregon coast can be
Jesse and Alma flew the kite. Alma and I played in the water. Jesse and Alma played in the water. Hattie ate handfulls of sand.
We had clam chowder.
Alma and Hattie both napped on our drive back to the valley.
Perfect.
