My hubby and I used to go to the beach when our children were much younger. Every one of us loved to stand by the campfire at night and listen to the hushed sounds of the ocean as it came up over the rocks. He would often take off and do some fishing while the men and I slept. I would find him in his lounging chair, when the sun was coming up, getting ready to sleep in the heat of the day. I often thought how nice it would be to be able to pull the hat down over our eyup for shade and stay out of the sun. My men loved playing in the sand and I couldn’t let them alone. Now, our children are grown with homes of their own. They are making memories with their own children. I stand back now and know of how much I loved going to the beach with them, but I hated the heat and the sand fleas. I get our hubby to take myself and others to the beach, but the two of us stand in an air conditioned room, high above the beach and watch everyone play. He still prefers to go out at night and do some fishing. Every one of us go to a small eating establishment that has become a number one of ours and after he drops myself and others off at the room, he goes out and does some fishing. I relax in the a/c while he relaxes in the ocean breeze. I finally have our wish to be at the beach, the a/c keeping myself and others cool while I wait for our hubby to return, and just relaxing. Who would have thought a weekend at the beach could be so cool?