After a day at the beach, I am feeling refreshed. We ended up going to Newport Beach instead of Huntington Beach. It was literally the best time I have ever had at the beach... any beach. We set up our three towels and two chairs, having a delightful lunch that Bella prepared. After we ate, we spent some time along the edge of the water, but were abruptly drawn back to our sitting area when our food was raided by a flock of seagulls. (Not the band, though they must be hungry, as well.) I fed them the remains of the chips (we just didn't want them to eat the plastic bags), and then we sat down to read after the birds decided we had nothing left to offer them. We hadn't been reading for very long when we needed to find a restroom. So we packed up, took our stuff back to the car, and headed back to the beach, our hands full of nothing but love. (i.e. We walked, hand in hand, along the beach.) Barefooted, we sauntered along the waterline--holding hands all the while--for a mile or more until we found some restrooms. Showing no interest in the various shops and restaurants, we decided to walk back along the beach. Our love for the moment was apparent in our leisurely stroll, neither of us wanting the beach to end. We could have easily walked along the water, hand in hand, for the rest of our lives. It was one of the moments that you remember forever. I picked up a shell, just for that purpose.
Having left the beach, we ate at Tommy's Burgers, famous for their Chili Burgers and Chili Dogs. Then, we headed over to visit a sleeping Evan, our soon-to-be Godson, and his mother, Josie.
It was a wonderful day. We both agreed that it was like a mini-vacation. Why didn't we go to the beach sooner?!?
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