Is there anything better than a holiday weekend with sunshine, water and the arrival of the grandchildren next door?

These four swam and played and jumped and laughed and hollered for four days. Their energy was astounding.

They had so much fun. There were snacks on the beach and a dog who waited for someone to toss a stick in the water to be fetched. Do you remember times like this when you were a kid, when everything was fun and you fell into bed at night, exhausted and already looking forward to doing it all over again the next day?

I think the boys jumped off the dock three hundred times.

Maybe more.

All good things come to an end, sadly, and the boys have returned home to Washington and Montana. The FG will be heading back to Texas in another week.

But what a time to remember! The youngest boy, the FG’s age, was with his grandmother for nine days. Which meant the two boys have played in the water together all that time. Our beaches are side-by-side, so the adults sat under umbrellas and dispensed drinks and snacks and cherries.

We were also amazed (and envious) of their energy.

Their joy we understood.