My daughter was taking her family to Cape May, a lovely beach in New Jersey, for a couple of days, and invited me along. Well, what else did I have to do for those couple of days? So I drove to her house, hopped into her car, and adventuring we went.
I had never been to any of the Jersey Shore beaches before. Honestly, as a teenager in Connecticut, I knew that all metro-New York teens went "down the shore" as they say, and truly wanted no part of it. But Cape May is just far enough south that only families venture there; the rowdies stay a few miles north, where there is more entertainment.
Without further ado, pictures of my family and me (including 2 of my 3 daughters and my daughter's mother in law) enjoying, or hiding from, the sun:
I'm going to try to return more often; I'm trying to get my life on schedule, but it's really turning out to be very difficult re-centering my life, when I've lost the man who was my sun, moon and stars. But look how happy that baby was playing in the sand! Days like that help immensely.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!