My Beach Baby

Due to some heavy construction traffic near Baton Rouge, our drive from Dallas to Fort Morgan, Alabama took about 14.5 hours instead of 11.  We arrived in the dark and couldn't see the addresses.  I was driving and pulled into an area of homes, hoping they might be the right ones.  I looked for our friends, the Morphis's van but could not see it.  So, I tried to turn around and promptly got our van completely stuck in super soft and deep sand.  Luckily a family vacationing in one of the homes had a truck and we HAD actually arrived in the right spot so Matt Morphis came to our rescue as well.  I hadn't been stuck in sand since back in high school when my silly guy friends would drive down on the beach, all cool and tough until they all would get stuck.  I was a bit humiliated.  Luckily it didn't take long to get us towed out and into our little beach house. 

It wasn't the most amazing house or anything but I was quite in awe with it all.  In my mind I had it figured that only the rich and famous could ever actually vacation on a lovely, quiet, softest sand beach in a house that led straight out to the ocean.  And yet, here we were.  And we weren't rich or famous, just very blessed.  Well...perhaps rich.  Isn't it all relative?  Considering that the weekend prior to our arrival in Fort Morgan, I had been in Port au Prince with scenes like these still very fresh on my mind"

I felt very...well...different...to then have views like these:

Kind of a surreal and blessed feeling that I could feel so happy and fulfilled having been able to be in two such beautiful yet disparate  places with people I love so much in such a short period of time.

Anyway...at the beach...Lila was not so sure about the ground which felt soft at first but tricked you as it gave way with every step.  She didn't like it the first day or two but quickly grew accustomed and enjoyed herself very much.  she was quite the angel, in fact.  Enjoy a few photos of this dreamy little one: