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.
