Growing up as a military brat we moved every 3 years. One of my favorite places that we lived was Florida. It was my first experience with the beach and I fell in love with the warm water and the white sandy shores.
My mother would pack us up every Saturday to head to our favorite spot where we would proceed to run around like wild animals for the next 4 hours (no sunscreen either). I would image that I was Jacque Cousteau and explore the salty waters. The only thing that I was not in love with was the little fish that would nip on my knees and toes .
Every now and then I look online at Florida houses for sale and try to convince Mr.Bejelly that we should buy a vacation home near Kissimmee. He has family near there and I know that it would be great for the Little to have a larger network of Cousins, Aunts and Uncles that he can connect with. Every time I mention this Mr. Bejelly gives me the look, which could also be described as, the “you-must-be-losing-your-mind” look. Oh well, hopefully we can make it a vacation destination some year and I can take pictures to go with the memories.