"If you want to know how much I love you, count the waves." Author Unknown 6/4/12

Recently Jim and I took a mini-vacation, just the two of us.  We borrowed the TLC of my parents, left the little boys for a weekend, and drove down to the beach.  When we lived less than three hours away, we made the same weekend trip at least once (sometimes twice) a month from April through September.  We'd stay on base for less than forty bucks a night, eat real cheap, and fill our floorboards with sand from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. 
 

This trip we thought we'd do something we've never done before - we took a cruise out to Shell Island.

We saw pelicans protecting their nests...

fed potato chips to seagulls from the back of our boat...

and pulled up close to St. Andrews State Park to watch the dolphins.   

I went crazy!  Absolutely crazy!

And I'm pretty much crazy about him. 

Our two days of just two was much needed; but to say we definitely missed the twenty toes we made sitting next to us in the sand would be an understatement - a case of the wishing-they-were-here's hit us just after dinner that first night.  Always right?  The great news is going to their grandparents' is a little mini vacation of their own.  Getting to eat a hot dog bun and a pack of gummy snacks for breakfast just because you asked for it?...they barely knew we were gone at all.