Do you ever reach that "breaking point"? 

This week, I reached it.  I was snappy to my sweet husband, short with my boys, irritated with anyone that crossed me and could "misinterpret" any comment to be negatively directed at me!  Not a pretty thing.

Dave, being the smart and perceptive husband that he is, suggested we take a day and go to Galveston.

Brilliant!

We packed up the boys, food, books, sand toys, towels and drove 45 minutes to the beach.  We drove the whole way with the windows down and singing songs as loud as we wanted (a favorite pasttime of mine!).

We rented a $15 umbrella and enjoyed a day in the sun!  Dave (full of energy) raced the boys back and forth in and out of the water so many times that it made me tired just watching!  Steven would play in the sand, come up to me and say, "Mom, I'm all done playing in the sand, okay." Then, run out to the water, splash around and repeat the whole ordeal again starting with playing in the sand.

One of the best moments was watching Jackson look up at Dave in total admiration, waiting for Daddy to give the "1,2,3 Go" before running in the water again.  Oh, thank God for family!

So, we're refreshed, a little sunburnt, and ready for another week!

Happy Easter....He is Risen!