back to the beach

The flights we choose (Lexington to Punta Gorda) flew out Saturday evening, which meant we had a whole day of play and packing.  The weather was fabulous, so we went to the beach one last time that morning.  The waves were nonexistent and, for some reason, Kate was more timid about that than the rolling waves and undertow.  We walked the beach again, looking for shells for the jar.  And Kate and Matt played some frisbee again.  

 And Jack felt that this ocean was his.  He could touch, so he could walk, and he didn't need any help, thankyouverymuch.

And Jack needed a snack, so he plopped his sandy rear in the lowest chair and ate Sun Chips for a half an hour.  No stirring other than for chips and water.  Grandpa couldn't believe he just sat there.  Matt and Kate went for a walk in the other direction and when they returned...Jack...still there. Just watching the ocean, boats, and planes.

 Kate wrote a note to mom and decorated it with shells she found nearby.  We took a picture and sent it to her.  Mom is always nearby in our thoughts.

 When we told Jack it was time to go, he puffed out his chest and just stood at the water.  We weren't sure what he was doing, but I think he thought it might make us rethink leaving.  It didn't.

Another fun day in Naples, and another fabulous trip!  Thanks again, Grandma and Grandpa!