Bald Head Island

Earlier this week we went on a trip to Bald Head Island to visit with the Wolock's while they stayed at the Hartshorn's (thank God for such wonderful friends!). It was a wonderful and beautiful getaway. I fell in love with the idea of having a house to take myself out of my current reality. Of course I didn't forget that Michael was in Afghanistan and that two more Marines there died the same week, but as I was listening to a radio report about the activities in Afghanistan while pulling into the ferry loading zone the static began and reality became a relaxing island retreat. We had to ride a ferry and leave our car behind.

The only way to get around on the island was by golf cart! It was a dream come true! The irony is that of all the things we saw, dolphins, a lighthouse, the beach, pelicans, a fox, the kids most loved the golf carts. I enjoyed the golf carts because they represented my short-lived escape.

Since I used a bunson burner with my dad on a beach as a teenager, I don't remember being so relaxed on the beach. Back then, I didn't have any responsibilities and dad drove me around and planned everything. Life was good. This time, I had responsibilities (three little lives to be exact), but for some reason I didn't feel so burdened. The kids played and the Wolock's helped. There was nothing to do, but relax and have fun and so, that's what we did.

Mikey and Sami had great fun playing in the waves. They didn't get too deep, but they had fun. Sami said there was soap in the water - the bubbles were white like bubble bath. Mikey enjoyed seeing the boats and airplines too. Roman, however, he loved it until the water touched his foot. He would scream as if he were in pain and scared all at once. He practically would climb up my leg like my sugar glider used to do (imagine a chipmunk climbing up your leg).

The sand was great for all (except that it gets everywhere). Mikey discovered that it is fun to get buried in the sand and so Sami joined in the festivity. Roman found it great fun to put my shoe on and walk around... he's a bit silly.

Unfortunately, the time came to an end and on our way home we were welcomed back to reality with a flat tire! Oh well, we had a great time anyway. Thank you again to the Wolock's and the Hartshorn's!