I absolutely love the South Carolina coast.
Not only do I love the topography and palm trees and Spanish moss, but I love that in the summer, the air temperature is balmy and warm. I love the humidity that makes your skin shine. I love wading through water out to distant sandbars and collecting beautiful seashells.
(This particular sandbar we dubbed "Gracie Island".)
I love the paths that are designed for bike riders and the flat paths that meander for miles and miles. And miles and miles. And miles.
I love that the ocean water is warmer than the pool water in San Diego.
I love the afternoon rain showers that leave the world feeling clean. I love that when you go out for an afternoon bike ride ...
It is quite possible that you might spot deer gazing on the dunes. Or dolphins jumping in the open water. Or pelicans swooping fish from the ocean.
Or ... alligators swimming through a swamp. And when you see alligators cruising through a swamp, you remember that alligators can run up to 35 MPH on land and you make absolutely certain that your bite-sized children don't get anywhere near the water's edge.
Because Jim and my mother are still in recovery mode, we rented a golf cart to shuttle around the island. This worked out really well, because even though we were only a few hundred yards from the beach, we quickly realized that the distance was too far for mom and Jim to walk comfortably. So, we would drive them down the access path, across the sand, and drop them (and our 50 pounds worth of beach gear) off near the water's edge.
Additionally, mom would take the cart every day and run to the local market to pick up important items like the daily newspaper and lollipops the size of our children's heads.
It probably goes without saying that our children adore their Noni. She is so good to them. Not only did she buy them a present every time they went to the market, but she served them up an ice cream cone every afternoon. When it was finally time to leave South Carolina and fly back to California this past week, the girls sobbed all the way to the Georgia state line.
Whenever mom and Jim would go in to their room to take a much needed nap, the children would eagerly await until they could hear them begin to stir ... and then ... they'd pounce.
Jim, an avid sports watcher, would have just turned on the television to catch a Red Sox game, when the kids would hijack the remote and turn on Curious George, while laying across his bed.
There is no doubt that Jim and Mom's recovery has been so expedited over the past few weeks, because these children kept them going constantly. You just had a knee replacement and a stroke?
So ... your point is...??
There was the body surfing and boogie boarding we did each and every day. As I mentioned previously, the children's swimming skills really improved on this trip.
As did their ability to take a wave directly in the face without crying.
The terrific trio learned how to time waves and became proficient at catching them at the exact moment so they could ride them all the way to shore.
Some days we went to the beach once.
Other days, we went in the morning and again after dinner.
Sure, I had a great time at the beach ... but I really wish the children had enjoyed themselves.
I could find absolutely no indication that they were having nearly as much fun as me.