The beaches of Florida will always hold a significant place in my heart.
It's part of my DNA to love the ocean. As a family, my mom insisted we
visit Destin every year. We frequented the exact same wooden cottages
that my mom grew up going to, before the city was built up for tourists. When I was around age 15, we started staying further east in Blue Mountain Beach near Seaside, with its picturesque
pastel houses, and wrap-around porches, and the best shaved ice in the world.
We spent Labor Day weekend soaking up the sun, eating seafood, and crossing off a bucket list item of mine: playing with the pups on the beach.
And because I can't help it, here are some picture of my dogs being the cutest things ever.
The view was alright, I guess.
Too many pictures? Oh, well. I can now call them officially, salty dogs. We had a wonderful time and it was particularly hard to wake up at 4 am this morning to make the drive back to Dallas. I'm going to need about 18 cups of coffee please.
How was your Labor Day?