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In September, we were gifted a wonderful stay at a fellow pastor's vacation home- a lovely little pink house with shells everywhere and two huge rooms just perfect for all of us.  We were just a walk away from the white sands and calm, clear ocean, and we spent more time than my pale and sand-hating husband understood, but it was just lovely.  I have pictures on my phone, but I only pulled out my big camera for these few on the first day.









It had a fenced yard for the dog, a golf cart to drive us the two blocks beachward and lots and lots of shells and quality family time.  This was the trip that we watched Knight Rider together, so that's notable.

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Abigail said…
Glad for generous people who give gifts like this! A pink house with shells can't be beat. (Really. I'm imagining it right now, and the vision is splendid.)

So glad your family got to escape to the beach together. It looks wonderful!
Abigail said…
(That line about Josh hating sand made me laugh.)
Annie said…
It's beautiful, and really is such a gift to be able to relax there!

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