Sunday Night at the Beach: Surprise Ice Cream

It was a busy Sunday night.  YaYa had youth group, and I was also at church at a Sole Hope shoe cutting party, where lots of women were turning old jeans into new shoes for kids in Uganda.  I wasn’t even sure if I would make it to the beach, especially when I elected to cut out one last pair of shoes at the last minute at church.  When I walked out the door, though, it was still light.  I drove YaYa home and announced to my family that I was going to the beach if anyone wanted to come.  We had just been to the beach, and everyone was moving sort of slow.  Dr. Peds had just finished cooking chicken.  Only one kid was really on the up and up, and he hopped in the car and away we drove right as the sun was setting.

When we got to the beach and stepped down onto the rocks, I looked down and saw “Happy” spelled out in pebbles.  A good sign.  

I love my boy’s choice in socks. His legs are always clad in a band aid of one sort or another. 

He’s trying so, so hard to learn to skip rocks on the water. We were talking and talking, and all of the sudden he looked behind me and shouted “Ice cream!”  I was a bit confused.  He started jumping up and down, and it turns out that The Banana was running up behind me with a box of ice cream cones.  I love that he didn’t shout about his sister’s surprise appearance.  It was like he just expected the rest of his family to show up.  It was ALL about the ice cream.  It was cooler at the beach than any other place, so we stayed until it was dark.