Corbett goes to the beach

We don't go to the beach nearly

as often as we should.  So one Saturday

evening when we had no plans, we

picked up some Subway sandwiches

and drove out to Cocoa Beach for

some dinner and relaxation.

Corbett was an angel.

He slept the whole way there.

Then he woke up and lay calmly on a

blanket taking it all in while we ate our food.

Then he was perfectly adorable while

we snapped about a thousand pictures
of his first trip to the Atlantic Ocean.

Then he slept the whole way home.

It was just one of those days

when everything in the world seems right.

(Well, except for maybe that U of U beach chair)