Beach living in Anna Maria is complete bliss. Every morning, we rounded up the gang, piled a wagon full of chairs, umbrellas, towels and toys and took off across the road to the azure blue waters of the Gulf Coast and its fine sands. We pitched our umbrellas and parked ourselves in the shade and sun while the littles piled sand into buckets, made castles, hunted for shells or dug holes. And we'd wade into the calm cool waters or crash into the large waves (depending on the day).
Our first day, the waves rose high and crashed into the sands of the shore, leaving frothy white foam on the sands. As we watched, two pelicans flew in line, their wings brushing the inside crest of the wave, the millisecond ahead of it folding. Oh to be a bird! As the water calmed over the week, we spotted the dark shadows of stingrays idling near the shore and the distant breaching of dolphins off in the distance. Bright umbrellas dotted the shore beneath which other fellow beach companions set up for the day.
The papas!
Eventually, tired after a morning of heat and sand and sunshine, we waved goodbye to the ocean and trudged home for lunch with fine sand between our toes and clinging to our legs and arms and towels that lingered in the hallways and between our bedsheets as reminders of its nearness.
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