I dig my toes into the sand

When J and I married, we honeymooned in Canada. When people expressed surprise at our location choice, we generally responded, “we're just not beach people”. This week, for the first time in years, we find ourselves at the beach (Gulf Shores), and we're definitely feeling the beach vibe!

First, understand that J doesn't like to miss work. In fact, other than a day here or there and the two weeks we took for our honeymoon, I've never known him to take vacation. Knowing this, you won't be surprised to hear that we didn't take a whole week. Though J's folks rented a house on the beach for the whole week, we agreed we could only take three days off and planned to drive the eleven or so hours down on Wednesday. In the interest of a few more hours with the family, I suggested we drive part way after work on Tuesday (“to Nashville” I think I suggested) to get a head start on Wednesday. J suggested that if we were going to drive that far, we should aim for Birmingham and at least get half the drive out of the way.

We arrived in Gulf Shores at 5:00 a.m. Central time Wednesday morning, an even eleven hours after leaving home. So much for stopping...

The beauty of arriving so early on Wednesday is that we have an extra day to spend with J's family, all of whom made the trek from Western Kentucky. With a couple of long naps yesterday, we're about caught up on our sleep (waking up at 5:30 this morning to run didn't help, though it does keep us on track to finish our 5K in August—see previous post), and we're having a great time.

Stay tuned for more pictures, and as the song says: [We] wish you were here!

Title: Wish You Were Here, by Incubus