After the kite flying I went off on a beach walk in search of the elusive sand dollar. When I left Natalie was doing this:
When I returned she was doing this:
She was half-dressed and soaked, shivering and turning a pale shade of blue, but there was no getting her out of the water. We've got ourselves a beach girl! Huzzah!
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Ahhh...a beach thanksgiving weekend sounds dreamy compared to a blanket of cold snow and 15-degree weather. Sounds like you found a perfect holiday tradition! We might need to change the famous Irving Berlin's lyrics from 'white Christmas' to 'beach Christmas'.
So you went down to Padre and we went up through San Antonio to Copperas Cove...ships passing in the night!
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