This weekend commenced our first annual beach trip. An early sunrise awakening, a sun block lathered baby, an anxious wave diving hubby, and a set of friends was all I needed to make me feel all summerish and peaceful inside. I pretty much love the beach. No, I L-O-V-E the beach. You can count on finding me in a colorful beach chair with my feet buried in the sand right where the rushing waves begin their decent back to the ocean. If I’m not there, I am more than likely taking a break to grab me some salt and vinegar doused boardwalk fries. A beach diet staple if you ask me! If I’m a little more sun-kissed leaving than I was walking in, I can almost guarantee it was a good day at the shore. But, this post isn’t about the beach. There will be plenty of those stories this summer. Nope, this is about a self discovery I have been thinking about a lot lately, but have never really took ownership of until now. I am a country girl and a beach girl. Now, since I can’t very well have the country and the beach, I have settled on living on the edge of the country with the beach but a short drive away. The truth is, I think I’m more country than I am beach. I know, right? This surprised me too. If you need some numbers, I would say my heart is about 61% country and 39% beach.
Cheers to self discovery!
*a few shots from this weekend :-)
On a quick side note, thank you thank you thank you for all the well wishes about our little announcement last week. Steve, Addisyn and I are equally thrilled to have a little plum growing in my belly right now. I feel so free now that we have shared the big news because I have been dying to share about my experience along the way. 
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