Beachin'

Hey y'all - 

So, as I was saying:

Your dad had to go to Ft Walton Beach for three weeks with the Navy, so we decided to crash the party. Peg Peg and Tex met us down there and we all shared a condo on the beach for a week. It was overcast and a little chilly while we were there, but that didn't stop y'all from wanting to be on the beach or at the pool every morning by 7:00am. Often, locals would pass us on their morning walk on the beach and watch us splashing in the waves before invariably asking, "Isn't it too cold to be in that water?" "We're from Montana!" I would say. And then they'd nod and respond with something like, "Carry on, then." As in: "If you're crazy enough to live somewhere like that on purpose, there's obviously no reasoning with you."

Your dad had to work every day 'til 3:00pm, then he'd hurry back to us so he could get some beach time in. He assembled a huge sand castle with Hagen, and a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle with Peg Peg. 

Once again, your dad was the honor graduate of the program, or, as I like to call it, "Valedictorian of War College." I'm sure he did so well because we were there to hold his hand.

Love,

Mom