Nags Head (aka Beach #2)

The second week of our vacation was planned last minute to accommodate my brother who now lives on the other side of the world and to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary (which actually isn’t until October).  He was able to return home for a few weeks, and amazingly we were able to find an available, large beach house during a holiday week.

Family members staggered in throughout the week, and by Wednesday evening all of us* were accounted for.   This was the first time we had all been together since my wedding in 2004.  Even more remarkable, this was the first family vacation since 1985.

To say we ate a lot of food was an understatement.  Every meal was a sit down around two tables combined to make one large one.  A lot of our time was spent catching up on news and learning stories from the past that were new to others.

The surf in Nags Head was a lot rougher than down at Holden Beach.  In fact, the first two days, Wren was apprehensive about entering the water.  Even though she was wearing a life jacket, I would carry her in knee-deep and no further.  We did have a couple of good days, and by the last day she was running in and out of the little waves herself and digging in the sand.  I think that she had an amazing vacation.

Before we left for our extended vacation, we marked how tall Wren was on the door frame at home.  To our shock, she grew 1.5″ in the two weeks that we were away!  She also cut three teeth — one of which was a molar!

Family Portrait at Nags Head

* Two brothers-in-law and three of the grandchildren couldn’t make it.  They were deeply missed.

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