Week 35: We are NOT going to the beach.
I can think of one summer I have missed family beach week. There might be two, but I can only think of one. I'm being serious. I didn't even miss beach week the summer I was born. My mom packed herself up along with 6 week old me, and hauled me to Holden, where I proceeded to spend the week in various people's arms on the front porch, even though there is one picture of a stroller or carseat covered in a sheet or something on the beach that supposedly contained me. We are serious Southern beach goers.I am always shocked when I meet people who did not go to the beach as a kid. It makes me wonder, "What did you do with your family vacation?" You may try to impress me with your trips to the Grand Canyon and Yosemite, but I'll take the sand between my toes and a giant hat over that any day. Which is why there was no reason to think that I wasn't going this year. Just a few short weeks ago, my MD gave me the travel clear and just suggested I stay hydra...