staying at crystal pier on pacific beach is a tradition passed down to us from spencer's family. it's the perfect vacation when you go in the off season. an empty beach, lower prices and a steady temp around 70 degrees. perfect.
highlights of the trip:
-a content almost 3 year old fighting the waves and building castles all day.
-seeing california friends.
-morning walks to the end of the pier.
-buying my first pair of skinny jeans. -- oh, i won't be wearing them (please). i just feel better about myself now that i have them in my closet.
-petra referring to elliot as "scary ela'", like he's some sort of terrorist.
-forcing everyone to play catan with me. (sheep, anyone?)
-spending 3 hours of the trip back home in a semi-serious discussion of which arizona cities would make the best name for our next son. (i think we've narrowed it down.)
-pulling out some old jams: the sundays -- cry
-and freezing a handful of moments in time...
running for the ocean
under the boardwalk
hanging with pita pie
big blue buckets
we may not be able to visit very often, but with every trip back our family gets a little bigger and it starts to feel a little more like home.