Did I imagine it or did someone actually say "life is a beach?" Much of my life has included happy days spent at the beach with family members, walking barefoot through the sand or searching for rocks and shells. When we lived in Newport, Oregon we could see the ocean every day so why would Mike (age one year) need a sandbox when there was an entire beach to play on.

p.s. Behind Mike in the photo is my mother, if you look closely you can see her hands!

(to be continued) more beach photos and memories