Our final day in Galveston was really one of rest and recovery as we had totally worn our little selves out the day before. Between Schlitterbahn, fabulous seafood and the sugar high (and subsequent crash) to end all sugar highs, we were zapped, my friends.
Which is why we just hung out at the beach and played in the sand...
It was really odd that day because the tide had been relatively high and the surf pretty rough the entire time we had been there so we thought it would continue since what they initially thought would turn into Tropical Storm Danielle (but weakened) was out in the Gulf. What was strange, though, was that the water was completely flat. Not a wave in sight. Surreal would be a good word.
Hot would be another. No sea breeze makes Casi a sweaty girl....
But this little one was still super excited :-)
After hanging out at the beach for a while, we did some souvenir shopping. Or at least one of us did. Remember how I told y'all the other day that I only like to shop when I know what I want and can get in and out? Well, my girl did not inherit that gene.
She waffles back and forth, checks out every single item, changes her mind frequently and NEVER ends up with what we initially intended when entering the building.
This was no exception.
But she did end up with a super cool hat.
And a very cute t-shirt, a blue oyster shell and another shell that had been airbrushed with "Galveston Island." Each of these items have a designated area in her room. And probably will until our next vacation.
We hung out at the condo during the afternoon and early evening. Apparently Tay did a bit of artistic picture snapping while I was packing....
After hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner, she and Davey took Bo for a last walk on the seawall. He had been a HUGE hit all week. Everyone in the condo building, on the beach and the seawall loved him. They would pet him and oohhh and aahhh over him, which he LOVES.
But Bo was clearly ready to head home soon as well because as I watched them from the balcony, I saw him get in trouble. When I asked what happened upon their return, Dave said he growled at someone. That's really not his personality so we figured he was ready to see his sisters...
Honestly, my vacation prayer is always the same. That we would enjoy every single second, taking it in to the fullest and not looking forward to the next day. AND that when it's time to come home,
we'll all be ready.
And the Lord hasn't let me down on that one yet. That's just how He is :-)
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