Beach Photos

September 14, 2008

Beach Photos

Here are some photos from our trip to Virginia Beach. The first 3 are from our surrey ride. As you can see, the kids really enjoyed it. The next photo is Oliver's sandy feet. The last photo is Waverly enjoying an apple in our room. We had a great time, although Matt and I are suffering from some sunburn. We put so much effort into making sure the kids were coated in sunblock, but forgot to be so thorough with ourselves.

Comments

Jen said…

CUTE!!!

September 14, 2008 at 8:32 PM

Jawn said…

beautiful photos! i'm so happy you had a great weekend! keep treasuring those fun moments!

September 14, 2008 at 8:33 PM

Amy B said…

You're kids are so cute! Love the pic of Waverly holding the apple and her little toes!

September 14, 2008 at 9:13 PM

kristi_temple said…

What precious treasures! I love how Oliver was leaning his head on Waverly and I love the sandy, chubby little feet!

September 14, 2008 at 9:49 PM

Kecia said…

Oh... That is so cute!
Parents,has such big worries for the sake of they're childrens that forget about them selvs!
GOD BLESS YOU!!

September 15, 2008 at 10:02 AM

Jared Pike said…

If only I had stayed in VA Beach, I could have seen you guys once more! As soon as I'm liquid again, I want to make the effort. It will be a lot easier now that there's not a pesky ocean in the way.

September 15, 2008 at 10:43 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.