May 5, 2014
Cherished Family Memory

Spring break finally arrived and we were eager to head to the beach. This would entail a 12+ hour drive in an overloaded minivan containing our teen, her best friend, our precocious 4-year-old son, ourselves and our STUFF. My hubby is great at stowing cargo and everyone's bags etc. were piled high.  Finally, our little guy came into the garage carrying a large metal Tonka Dump truck under one arm and the equally huge Cement Mixer under the other arm. The trucks were nearly bigger than he was. My husband was ready to say, "Pick one", but as the innocent one handed over his prize possessions saying "Here my twucks, Daddy", Hubby couldn't say no.

We left in the wee hours, taking turns driving while the kiddos snoozed. The night was clear and we had great views of the Hale-Bopp Comet making its trek across the heavens. Every day we spent on the beach was magical. Our little boy spent hours playing in the world's largest sandbox with his giant Tonka trucks. We all played in the sand with him and gave him time to use his own imagination. It would have been so easy to have left those trucks behind but I don't think we would have had as much fun! We still talk about my boy and his 'twucks' on the beach.

Maria


Posted by Staff at 10:02 AM