The kids and I had been in the deep south for about a week when Devin and Kelsey came cruising in from Oklahoma. For years…and years, we have been going to the beach for summer vacation. And for years…and years Devin as tolerated it, at best. If you’ve read very many of my posts, then you know that Devin and I are total opposites…and our choice of vacation destination is just the beginning.
Here’s what I’m talking about.
Devin’s a country boy. I’m a city girl.
He loves to hunt. I love to shop.
He loves the mountains. I love the beach.
When we met, he drove a pick up truck. I drove a red MGB convertible.
He believes money is meant to be stacked and saved. I believe money is meant to be spent.
He is quiet and reserved. I am not.
He thinks before he speaks. I do not.
I’m fun. He ain’t.
You get the idea.
Anyway, every year he takes a week of his vacation to spend with us on the beach and for the most part he enjoys it…let’s just say he does for about five days and then he’s ready to get back home. He doesn’t like the humidity at all. He’s not particularly fond of the salt water. He hates the hot beaming sun. And he will NOT wear flip flops! But still…he turns into Mr. Wonderful and sucks it up just for a week to make me happy.
Devin’s first morning at the beach house, he woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast for all of us and then started getting packed for a day at the beach. He packed the drinks in the cooler, made sandwiches for everyone and loaded the chairs and umbrella in the truck…by the time we got everything packed it looked The Grapes Of Wrath truck.
After we drove the 4/10 of a mile to the beach, we unloaded the grapes from the wrath and drug everything to the water…I know it sounds like a lot of work but it’s oh so worth it! As a tradition, when we get to the end of the boardwalk, we take our flip flops off and leave them there till we are ready to leave.
Here’s what our family of flip flops looked like. One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesnt belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the others, by the time I finish this song? A little Sesame Street flash back ;-).
Fortunately opposites really do attract because I sure do love that country boy.
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Thanks for reading. I love you more than cheese grits!