Laura Bear Beach

Nathan and I caught a nasty cold so we all took the chance to sit on the beach and breath some sea breeze on a week day.  

Amazingly Ila didn't catch the cold. It was such a nasty flu feeling cold. But leave it to the ocean to wash out the bad and over the mundane. 

Our instinct was to stick to the couch and let ila binge some C. george. But an afternoon at the beach is never a regret. Peanut butter sandwiches on the cheapest wheat bread and a tall boy of beer split between two.  

It's days like this, where Nathan is chasing ila around, burying her legs in the sand while I enjoy a few moments uninterrupted with my plastic cup of beer... it's moments like this that I wonder how cruel time is and why things have to ever change.