When you inform a typically morning slug of an almost five-year-old that he's headed to the beach for the day...he gets dressed and brushes his teeth without being asked to do so.
Having spent the previous three hours being pummeled by the surf...Jacob will nap on the way home. His sister? Revived by a 20 minute cat nap, chattered the entire return trip.
Following the past week and a half of our lives, we're bruised but not broken. Beat up but certainly not beat down.
A day at the beach--even with it's almost four hour round trip drive--was exactly what we all needed.