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Don’t Forget To Play!
Published on Sunday, September 23, 2012 by

GJEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH…

BHHHHHHCCCHHHHHGGGHRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Those are the sounds of bombs flying through the air before landing in grand explosions.  That’s how you spell it, right?  How many of you will actually say it aloud to figure it out?  Because if you do, I love you.

I’m here to remind you – yes, YOU – to never EVER forget to play.

Two weeks ago, my daughter and I found ourselves alone at the beach house for an entire weekend.  I can’t remember the last time she and I were away, alone, mom and daughter.

Many adventures were had, and several creative meals were prepared and enjoyed.  Breakfast, for instance?  Well, it WAS girls weekend!

Cookes and bacon

The beach was once again limited to play only.  Rip currents and wind are forever keeping us from the ocean’s waves.  So what were we to do?

“Mom, I know!  Let’s make a dam for the tide pools!”

I’m going to be honest.  My initial response?  “Oh honey, we don’t even have a shovel and the tide pool is huge.  With the damage I have from the accident, I’m not sure I can even lift wet sand.  I just don’t know…”

But then?  I scooped.  And then I scooped some more.  And about twenty minutes later, my girl and I had the baddest dam on the beach.  Make that the ONLY dam on the beach.  (No one else gave a dam?)

From there we began the construction of soon to be destroyed dribble castles.  And bombs.  We had to make tons of wet sand bombs.

dribble sand towers

And then the war began.

First my daughter was allowed to shoot.  Then me.  And then her.  Required?    When you threw your bomb you had to go,

“GJEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH BHHHHHHCCCHHHHHGGGHRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”

It just made it BETTER.

beach games

I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.  There I was, covered in sand and splatter, no makeup with hair flying in every direction, throwing sand bombs while making explosion noises at the top of my lungs.  Honestly, I didn’t care who was watching and what they saw.  All I cared about was hitting those targets.

Ask yourself, “when is the last time I really stopped to play?”  It’s time to crank your stereo and dance until you can’t breathe.  To sing outloud somewhere other than your car.  To join the game of hide and seek going on in your back yard.  To bake fresh chocolate chip cookies and bacon for breakfast.

It’s time to play folks.  Don’t forget to PLAY!

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