Last summer, we took a break from our annual beach trip to Hilton Head Island, S.C., as we focused on short RV trips around the Southeast. But this year, we were itching to go back to Hilton Head with my side of the family.
As expected, it was anything but R&R, but we had a great time playing in the surf, soaking in some sun and cruising on beach bikes.
My kids–especially my Rowdy boys–loved the beach this year. They seemed to only have one speed when it came to the ocean: full throttle. They jumped the waves, rode boogie boards, punched and karate chopped the waves, floated with the adults, built sandcastles and hunted for shark’s teeth. By the time we made it back to the beach house for lunch each day, we were all thoroughly exhausted.
It wasn’t all fun and games, though it might sound that way. My kids swapped around fevers and sore throats, we had reactions to sunscreens and dealt with draining ears. And by the afternoon most every day, despite decent naps, their dispositions reflected their exhaustion. But despite all of that (which may have happened whether we were at the beach or not because: kids) we had a fabulous time detaching for a week, spending time with family and tossing our schedule and to-do list to the wind.
As always after a trip, I’m grateful to be back home–at least for a few weeks until we head to the beach with James’ side of the family and do it all over again.