Casey Key is Shell Island

Shells

While we were in Florida, the wind was biting cold. But that didn’t stop me from getting to the beach. (The beach, always the beach. I can’t imagine living anywhere that is further form a beach than we are now. Six hours from the beach is already too far. I want to be closer to the beach!) One afternoon, after a stop at Barnes and Noble to exchange some holiday giftcards for books and games, we spent a bit of time beachcombing on Casey Key. I could have stayed a lot longer, but the family was cold (and Camille was coming down with something, poor girl).

The shells! Piles and piles of sweet shells. I hated walking on them, breaking them, but there was no helping it. Chloe had a blast finding favorite after favorite.

Girls

Beach

Sea foam

Chloe's shell