Chincoteague, Virginia

When you've lost count of how many skin cancer spots you've had removed and currently have you go to the beach with a huge hat and a ton of sun screen.   

Last week we took a few days and headed down to Chincoteague Island, Virginia for a little getaway.  This was the second time we've gone to this beach.  The drive down was long and frustrating at times and then the place we stayed turned out to be not quite what we expected but once I stepped onto the sand and looked into the Atlantic Ocean I felt the presence of home.  I was born on Long Island so any time I'm at the ocean, no matter what state, I feel a peace rush over me.  The smell of salt water, the sounds of the waves crashing into shore mixed with the squawking of seagulls as they dive into the sand looking for a bite to eat I become mesmerized with God's beautiful design.  

I'm so glad my family loves it, too.  

We spent hours at the beach, did a hike along a trail that left us all covered in mosquito bites, ate lots of food, did some shopping, splashed in the pool, and spent the evenings playing board and card games.  We spent the last few minutes of the trip walking to the light house.  

I'm glad we took this trip but I was also glad to have made it home.