Josh and I recently had the wonderful and much-needed opportunity to spend an afternoon relaxing with friends over a picnic on the beach. We hadn’t planned it this way. but it ended up kind of being a celebration of Josh landing his new job at Paychex and Neme scoring not one, but two part-time jobs as a line cook. Kristen and I are so proud of our men 🙂
I packed some beachy snacks (trail mix with real coconut slices for the win!), and we made the long trek to Hamlin Beach State Park where we relaxed in the breeze and the sparse sunlight. Everbody kept complaining that they were cold, but I was praising God that my pasty limbs could enjoy the day without fearing the sun’s beating rays.
The swimming area was actually closed, so we went to a secluded area to make sure no one could see us get into the water–
I mean, so we totally didn’t get in the water! *cough*
Actually, I was the only one who ended up appreciating the, shall we say, “brisk” waters of Lake Ontario. I had a ball frolicking and swimming on my own, but there’s only so much solitary swimming and frolicking you can do before you get really bored . . . and look really stupid.
And they were having so much fun without me . . .
I cannot express enough love for this picture
The trip was all Stryker’s idea!
“Photo shoot!”
“Does this look pensive and mysterious?”
“Gah! Skirt getting blown into the waves! Better go for cute and quirky . . . and wet.”
“Eh, screw it. I’m just wet.”
Title is from the song of the same name by Damien Rice
Nine to Phive 