I think I mentioned before that our trip to Florida last week wasn't as warm as it was last year. But it was still better than the 20 degree weather we had left behind, so we were ok with it.
On Saturday, while hubs and my dad went off to golf, my mom and I took the girls to Honeymoon Island for a picnic. The sky was clear and the water, all sparkly.
And even though it wasn't warm enough for swimsuits and tank tops, we took our flip flops off and squeezed our toes in the sand.
Someone was optimistic about the swimming. They brought beach towels, and they weren't for sitting on the sand. We also spied Green Bay ballcaps, so we're thinking they considered a breezy 55 downright tropical.
The girls couldn't resist the perfectly dampened sand not too far from our picnic blankets. And I gushed with love watching my babies playing together. Seriously. I am pretty sure the hormones have nothing to do with it. I got all sentimental.
They were making what midwestern girls make best.