Even the flight was great-- I'm not sure if Niall thought so, but I was pretty happy about the extra seat that popped up next to us...
It was so great that we've made a tradition out of it and we're going again this Easter week.
Tomorrow, by 2 pm, I will be spreading out my beach towel on a soft pile of sand with an 80 degree gentle breeze drifting over my face. It can't come fast enough.
But here's the weird part. Niall was 4 months old when we were there last year. Not too much activity on his part-- mostly sleeping and being held. Now, it will be so much more fun, with a walking (running) energetic little ball of excitement.
I can't wait to see what 17 month old Niall thinks about the beach this time around. If it's anything like his feelings toward exploring wood piles in the back yard, I think we're in good shape.
Happy 17 month birthday to Niall today, by the way! Wow, time flies.
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