Beach Day Bust - It will blow over

We slept in... Well, the babe was awake at six, but we coaxed him back down with a buh-buh. Daddy went to work and we got up at 8:30 packing everything under the sun, as goes when you plan a beach day with the baby.
   Heidi and I with our little men, Heath and Ryker strapped in their car seats loaded up the vehicle and headed out to Mike Weir Park to meet my sister-in-law Jozlin and her girls, Asia and Farrah - Also known as Ryker's crazy cousins.
   The sun was shining. It was already hard-to-breathe humid. We parked and unloaded, set up and got the babies feet wet in the lake. The thunder that had been whispering in the distance started to speak up.
   It will blow over.
   The sky was dark in the distance and the thunder rolled on.
   Fellow beachgoers started dispersing. But us, we love a good life experience.
   Besides, it will blow over.
  A breeze cut through the stale heat and we, just as a precaution, filled The Shade Cave with all of our stuff to keep it from blowing away.
   Good thing because the wind picked up. Farrah wrapped in her towel that blew behind her like a cape and Jozlin shaking out the big beach blanket, rippling like a flag. Asia was on the shore cupping sand in her hands and letting it run through her fingers.
   Lightning strikes out on the lake. A sea gull hollered.
   The boys were chilling out on a beach blanket, chewing on beach toys and watching the storm that's going to pass us by, build up.
   Maybe we felt a raindrop?... Might not even pour.
   But maybe we'll scoop up the kids anyway.
   Heavy beads of rain pelted down in sheets, beating down on us. We're OK. Tucked behind The Shade Cave and under the beach umbrella Jozlin hung onto for dear life.
   When the umbrella started blowing inside out, the looks we exchanged showed consensus to head for the hill. The rain slowed once we took cover under the pavilion.
   It cleared and we dressed the kids in dry clothes, had a snack and packed up.
   "Okay, I'm over this. Ugh, I'm cold and I'm wet.... Oh God, and I'm chewing on sand," complained my tired four-year-old niece... OK... That was me.

      Sometimes your day doesn't live up to your expectation, it surpasses it.
      A good day, a lot of laughs and a great memory created for the kids... and us.

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