We live in a place where one can find mini golf* every few blocks.
*peewee putt is what I grew up calling it.
And our kids call the lines of attractions up and down the street – the mini golf, the seafood restaurants with giant sea creatures for signs, the digital billboards: beach stuff.
Rod and I have been planning to surprise them one day after school and just go…putt…so this week, we did.
(after snacks, of course)
We climbed up stairs and down.
We found a castle, which practically goes without saying when we’re with Randa.
We marveled, for the bazilllionth time since May, that we live in a place with palm trees.
Rod and I also marveled at how much our kids have grown this summer…in height, ability, sass, and, you know, utter gorgeous-ness.
We allowed ourselves to be worry free for an hour, alone in a place which attracts thousands in the summer time.
And one of us might have gotten a hole in one…
Family is aces.
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