We’ve taken a detour to Pensacola Beach since we didn’t get to see the ocean in Orlando. Spending time with family was fun and interesting. But I’ll save that for another post.

Traveling over the little bridge to Pensacola beach, I was overwhelmed by awe and a little fear. The peninsula or island (not sure what it is) seems so small from the east to west coast. I swore when I looked out my window, both left and right after I got on the main road, I saw water on both sides. We made our way to the beach and the kids waded in the water while I worried about them getting sandy and wet in their clothes.

Where has the carefree days of my youth gone? The days where I spent summers at the beach on Long Island, body surfing without worries or cares. Now that I’m a mom, I worry about every little thing and won’t let my kids go in the ocean past their knees!

But tonight I will sleep well in a soft bed, which beats the thin sofa bed I’ve been sleeping on for over ten days, while my kids have camped out on sleeping beds on the floor. I think we’re all anxious to get back home to our own beds.

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