B is for BeachMany of my favorite adventures revolve around the beach. I think my first beach trip was when I was less than six months old. When I was young my mom would set my playpen under the pier in Palm Beach or Lake Worth so I would stay out of the sun. She would then slather me down with Coppertone and I enjoyed the sound of the waves, the smell of the beach, and the breeze.
This was the gang, we ate a huge meal with Ramona's in-laws, shopped, played at the beach, enjoyed time with each other, sang, ate some more, played cards, read, rested....it was a wonderful time at the Beach.