California Adventures: Carmel

 Remember the White's??  That beloved family that shared their lives with us in New Jersey a distant three years ago?  Well, it just so happens that they would be in Carmel at a most opportune time and are privy to a house located at the 15th hole on 17 Mile Drive. Not too shabby, eh??  The company was even more supreme.

They have three children magically matched in age with my three children.

  But the real magic is in the friendship these six little beings share. I was nervous they wouldn't remember.  Or connect.  Or enjoy.  Wrong was I.  In the most major way. Those six little pairs of eyes were always sparkling.  

 To break the ice, we started with some sandy, windy, beachy, kite-flying time.  Mission accomplished.

 Nightly we would stroll along the greens, climb on the rocks, and scrape every.  single.  knee.

 Blissful.

 Serene.

 Dreamy.

 There just aren't enough adjectives.  It was a most amazing, restful, peaceful, content, happy few days.

 The girls playing in Monterey.  On the way to Ghiradelli.  Did I mention the trip was dreamy??

 Oh how I adore this lady.  April embodies every good thing there ever was.  I am desperately drafting ideas to keep her permanently within my reach.

 These people rock our socks.

 Since staying on 17-mile Drive, we decided to full advantage.  Starting with a trip to the Lone Cypress.  Which is looking lonelier than ever.  And sad.  And saggy.  Sort of like my...bellybutton.  No seriously.

 The White's in full glory.  Who couldn't love those faces??

 The crew admiring Bird Rock.

Carmel was a truly rewarding experience for each member of the family.  Which I am pretty sure makes it priceless.  Thank you so much Glenn and April for giving us something to reminisce for many summers to come.  We are missing you too much already!!