Last week was our annual visit to Maine to see Ryan’s family. This year was especially wonderful, as we managed to converge for a few days of adults catching up and laughing while hordes of cousins played and played. Memories to tuck away.
First things first: they jump in that pool as fast as they can after our long drive!
Breakfast gazing at the sea.
Being humored by Nana — over and over and over again.
Hunting for sea shells and hermit crabs.
Kettle Cove, from one generation to the next.
Meme’s bowls are at toddler height — Cecily was in heaven!
SO much cousin time, most of which was in the pool but not photographed — too busy lifeguarding!
The unchanging beauty of this view.
Building fairy houses in the woods (“I wish there really were fairies to live here!”, said with sparkly eyes.)
Learning to skip rocks.
Fried clams, lobster rolls, and a very happy crew.
S’mores with Papa
That time the van wouldn’t start, so we picnicked at Shaws.
Too, too much delicious food, thanks to these two.
And an overnight in Boston, which included a Red Sox victory for Daddy and the older three kids, and a special evening of walking and pizza with Mama for the younger two.
The End. Home Sweet Home, and ever so thankful for all of the wonderful memories.