As stressful as our life is these days, Gerhardt and I need to run away often. Memorial Day weekend found us at our favorite ocean playground, Ocean Shores, WA, where the three day weekend kicked off the summer's garage sale season.
Not that there's anything I need anymore. In fact, we're having a garage sale this summer to get rid of some stuff! Still, it was fun to go look and see what everybody else in town was getting rid of, and our pal Scott found all kinds of treasures.
We hit the beach, too, in between showers. Is there anything more relaxing than watching those waves crash to shore? Every time I see that sight I'm reminded of how small I am. And how big God is!
We ended the weekend with some miniature golf. Little Sheila did not win. Those courses are harder than they look! I must go back again next time we run away and see if I can improve my score. Crummy as it was, that won't be hard.
Of course, the weekend is really about remembering the fallen. My father-in-law was career army and a World War Two veteran. We lost him last year and he's still missed. His generation sacrificed so much. Big shoes to fill. I hope we can do it!