We loaded up the whole family, packed a picnic lunch, and accidentally found the beach for African Americans. Luckily, while we were the whitest family on the beach, everyone was very nice, and we live in an America where all races can frolic in the sand and surf together.
The boys and Aunt Faith had a great time digging in the sand, building sand castles, and finding shells. I still have a bucket of shells that Michael and I found hanging out in the back of the suburban.
I love this picture because Mom and Ryan both look so happy.