(My apologies if you will now have "Bulls on Parade" running through your head the remainder of the day).
This month, DH and I took our first family vacation in probably twenty years. I know we didn't take one in 2007, the year DS1 graduated from high school, and the next year he was in the Marine Corps when we took the other three kids out to Oregon and back roadtripping to (and from) the family reunion hosted by DH's second youngest aunt. So it's been twenty years, or maybe even 21, since DH, I and all four of our children (and population exploded family) went away together on vacation.
We (DH & I) have talked about doing this for a long time, especially in the last several years. Then, in 2025, on the flight back from taking K3 and Toad to Sedona over Spring Break, DH asked the two of them for ideas of places we could all go on vacation together in the future. K3 said "The beach!" Specifically she was thinking of Myrtle Beach, where we had taken her and Toad back in 2022, and her alone way back in 2015 (which she couldn't remember that trip because she was only 3 at the time.)
Which was how this family vacation went from concept to reality in 2026. DH. Me. Our four kids. Their spouses (and DD2s current boyfriend [whom I really do need to assign a blog name to because he's looking more and more like a lifer]). Nine grandkids (Two-EEs daughter Cowgirl didn't come; at 17 and having been living with her father and step-mother for the last few years she has in the past 8 months or so decided she doesn't 'need' her mother or that side of the family.) Myrtle Beach. Four days, three nights, lodging for everyone covered by DH and I. (They were on their own for food, transportation and activity expenses.)
It was chaotic. I mean, is it even possible for anything involving 19 people, 9 of them children, to not be chaotic? It was often loud. (NINE children!) Was it enjoyable? Do any of us ever want to attempt such a thing again?
YES! And another YES! In fact, on the long car ride home, there were texts flying back and forth vehicle to vehicle and state to state (it's about a 14 hour drive for most of us) proposing we do a huge group trip every 2-3 years. Possible future vacation destinations were tossed around; from mountains to beaches to National Parks.
But back to this current vacation. I tried to walk the beach every day. Sometimes at low tide, sometimes at high tide. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening.
And it seemed that I couldn't take a beach walk without coming back with shells in my pocket. Which brought to mind the lyric "rally round the family with a pocket full of shells". Different context, different shells from the song mentioned above, but it sorta fit. Lotta family. Lotta shells.
In addition to finding shells, there was
--swimming, both in the ocean and several of the resort's pools (most of which I did not have my phone for, so very few swimming pictures)
--kite flying; tiny kites that hardly show up in the pictures although we watched from our balcony other people (adults) flying huge shark and squid kites
- miniature golf
- go-carts
- an aquarium visit
- a driving range
- a nature preserve

















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