Last weekend we went up to the Boston area for my cousin's beautiful wedding. She lives in California and the event was full of Hollywood glamour. It was really fun! But one of my favorite parts of our trip was visiting the little neighborhood rocky beach we used to play at when we would take summer vacations to Cape Cod when I was little. "Up North" used to seem like a magical wonderland to me, since I was accustomed to Florida where it is always hot and sticky, and you pretty much never bump into 100 year old houses or rocky beaches with hermit crabs. I loved it there. And going back I remember why! It seems a little smaller than I remembered, but it still felt like such a special and beautiful place. One of the highlights of my life will be playing there for a little while with my girls and seeing them just as taken by it as I was when I was little. They both cried when we had to go, and I kind of wanted to too. But it was good we left when we did, because I was acquiring a terrific sunburn.
This picture is of Nora being a great sport on our now family legendary 18 hour travel day, which began at 4:45 am and ended at 9:30 pm. She was to puke in the car, rendering her carseat completely disgusting, shortly after this (about 15 hours into the trip).
But, ahhhhh. Thankfully we put all that behind us the next day. Here we are at the beach in Pocasset.
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