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.

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(after snacks, of course)

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We climbed up stairs and down.

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We found a castle, which practically goes without saying when we’re with Randa.

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We marveled, for the bazilllionth time since May, that we live in a place with palm trees.

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Rod and I also marveled at how much our kids have grown this summer…in height, ability, sass, and, you know, utter gorgeous-ness.

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We allowed ourselves to be worry free for an hour, alone in a place which attracts thousands in the summer time.

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And one of us might have gotten a hole in one…

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Family is aces.

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