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The day her toes touched the sea :: Our Life

Matt and I have always loved dinner at sunset on the beach.  It was actually our second date, dinner on the beach.  Only, I ordered us take out pasta from Arizona Pizza because I was too nervous to cook for my future husband!  When we look back, it’s our favorite date we shared before we were married. So, to this day we still venture to the beach, picnic basket in hand.  Ready for more beautiful memories.

Matt and I hadn’t enjoyed a picnic or been to see the sunset in quite some time.  So I packed our basket with homemade spagetti, met at his office, and to the beach we went for a Tuesday night date with Everly.

Her first beach visit, she was 2 weeks old.  She slept.  We have it on video-kind of silly-all bundled up on a 78* & sunny day…we were brand new parents, and you never can be too cautious.  😉  A couple weeks ago, we took her to Fort Myers Beach for the day.  Cute lil’ polka dot bikini under an umbrella.  She loved hearing the waves, and watching the palm trees sway.

Which brings me to our 3rd beach visit.  Our Tuesday date with Everly.  My mom got her this adorable polka dot sailor outfit, and I thought it would be perfect for her first time feeling the sand and gulf between her toes.  She loved it.  A gentle breeze through her blonde wispy hair, warm water on her chubby toes and Mommy & Daddy there to cheer her on.

This is our Beach Babe.

Just in case she ever wonders if her Mommy was there or not.  😉

It was a succes.  She loved it.

She’s learning how to kiss, and we are taking every little smooch we can get.  5 months new now, I had no idea we would be so lucky to share kisses already!

Nothing better than the warm salty breeze.

Photo Tip:  Document an event in your life.  Big or small.

We could have just gone to the beach, taken a picture with our phone and remembered our date night.  But we would lose the memory of her first curious look when her toes touched the water.  Or what the wind looked like in those little strands of hair.  The way her toes dug into the sand, and how she looked at us with a big proud grin.  Grab your camera, and go with the intent of telling your story.  What do you want to remember in 50 years?


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