The title of this blog is to be pictured in your head like this:

Virtually every year since my dad was eight, his extended family has spent a week of the summer on the Carolina coast. This began with his grandma, his family and his aunt’s and uncle’s families… but it eventually grew into a 50+ person endeavor.
When I was younger, I literally lived each day in either anticipation for Christmas or for the beach. Each of us had a cousin of similar age to hang out with so we were never bored and it was the one week of the year we could stay up as late as we wanted, eat as much junk food as we wanted and not have to do any chores.
In recent years, we have had to split the family into two trips: one for my Aunt Judy’s family and one for my Nana’s family. While I definitely miss the pandemonium of 16 kids running around screaming, my dad’s cousins pranking each other to no end and my Papa yelling “Shut the door!!!” 25 times a day… not having to elbow my way to the buffet line and having a bed to sleep on (as opposed to the leaking blow-up mattress) has been a refreshing change.
Anyway, this week is beach week. Joel and I made the trek out there last weekend for the first two days, determined not to let “The Man” keep us from as much ocean time as possible. But we headed back last night to pay our dues and go to work Monday and Tuesday. Meanwhile, my whole family and grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles are in Ocean Isle right now, enjoying the gorgeous view of the moon on the ocean from the back porch rocking chairs. Thankfully though, we will get to head back Wednesday night and stay through Sunday! I am so excited!
Check out these pictures from past beach adventures:







