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July: What Summer Looks Like

We live south of Boston near Cape Cod, about 20 minutes from the ocean.  And yet, in the 8 years I’ve lived in this area I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve been to the beach.   Which is pretty ridiculous when you think about it.

This year we’ve practically doubled our number of visits to the beach already- and even went three times in one week!  We finally found the perfect place to go:  Nelson Park in Plymouth is not too far from the house, has free parking, a snack bar and bathrooms, and you can hit the the beach, a playground, AND a splash pad.  It’s easy enough for me to take both kids by myself if Paul is at work, and because it’s nearby and has free parking we can go for just an hour or so if we don’t want to make a whole day of it.

So this year, the beach is what summer looks like.

It looks like little boys and big oceans…

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It looks like father and son time together….

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It looks like sandy buckets, sandy feet, and sandy faces…

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Like water so calm it’s hard to see where the beach ends and the ocean begins, and so peaceful that even the birds have made it their home…

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It looks like a baby girl happy to have her first dip in the ocean with her Daddy…

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It looks like children in sunhats, slathered in sunscreen….

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And it looks like my three favorite people on one damp beach towel…

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Now go see what Toni Burks of Grapevine, TX has posted about her summer!

Comments

  1. sweet very sweet love the baby and daddy in the water images. the coloring is summer perfection

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  2. What a fun beach series - you can feel the happiness of quality family time in these photos!

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  3. These are so fun! Sounds like a perfect location you found - the best of all things in one. Loe the ones of your daughter experiencing the ocean for the first time.

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