I love going to the beach, but I hate the aftermath. To put it simply, I hate sand. I've felt this way for a while. When we lived in the married student housing at the University of Utah the playground in the courtyard was one giant sandbox, with the result that the girls got a bath every night. It's a wonder the pipes didn't back up with all that sand in all those bathtubs.
But you can't go to southern California in beautiful weather and not go to the beach. I think there's a law somewhere. So of course we had to make a trip to Newport Beach. As an added bonus, Chris's grandparents happened to be staying right near the beach, so we got to spend the day with them, as well.
And as for the causes of all my sand-related stress, well, take a look at these pictures:
And then there's Ellie. Oh, Ellie. The girl who was thrilled to be in the water (I think she was supposed to be a fish, but I'm grateful for the mixup) was also happy rolling around, quite literally, in the sand.
Here's a picture of the man himself, standing behind the main desk:
I really like the glass sculptures on the wall behind him. That's why we took the picture there, of course. In fact, the artwork throughout all three floors is superb. I would have loved to just wander and explore, but of course you can't do that with three girls who get bored easily. Although they liked the toys in the memory care wing. They had baby dolls and dress up clothes for the little old grandmas to play with, which the girls thought was both hilarious and completely appropriate at the same time.
It was great to see what Chris has been giving his life to these past years. And it's almost finished! People are moving in! I'll have my husband back! Hooray for Walnut Village!