Surf's Up!

Our Memorial Day post must have generated some real sympathy among our family and friends, because by the following day, we had not one but two invitations to real-deal sand-and-ocean beaches.

Wednesday morning, our friend Whitney and her adorable daughter Riley showed us the way to Good Harbor Beach near Gloucester, Massachusetts. It was gorgeous -- so much so that we could hardly believe we were just 40 miles from the city. Jack made the most of every minute, racing through the waves, rolling in the sand, and jumping into every pick-up game of frisbee, wiffle ball, and catch happening among the other beachgoers. At one point, I asked him, "Jack, is this the best day of your life?" He threw up his arms in an emphatic "Yes!"

And it got even better. Almost as soon as we cruised back into Boston, Jack and I, still sandy and now slightly sunburnt from the morning's outing, whisked away for an impromptu getaway to the South Carolina coast. This trip came courtesy of none other than Poppy,* who surprised us with the invitation just the evening prior. By sheer luck, the airline seated us next to him on our connecting flight from Charlotte to Savannah. By the time we arrived, Jack was sleeping soundly, but when he woke up the next morning to that familiar lowcountry sunshine, his little face was immediately beaming with delight.

Here's a sampling of photos from Good Harbor. Many thanks to Whitney, our fabulous photographer for the day. Stay tuned for pictures from our south shore (way south!) getaway in an upcoming post.

*My dad's post-grandchildren moniker