A Mommy Story

We’re still in Virginia Beach, wrapping up our whirlwind weekend escape. Once Aaron finishes the stage combat workshop at 6pm tonight, we begin the drive home. The nine hour drive home. Starting at 6pm. Not to mention we both have to work tomorrow. Yes, we’re crazy.

It’s been a nice weekend, though. Friday I decided I wanted to see the Atlantic up close. So I drove out to Cape Henry, which is listed in the guidebooks as the place where the first settlers landed in 1607.

What I didn’t realize is that Cape Henry is positioned in the middle of an active military base. That meant I was required to go through a full military inspection before I could pass through the gates. All doors of the car opened, hood and trunk up, and I had to step away from the car. After the 10 minute inspection, I accepted my pass and continued on.

Cape Henry was beautiful, and I found several shells to take home with me. It felt so nice to walk in the warm sand. (I live in a land-locked area, so a beach is a novelty for me!) As soon as I got to the beach, my sandals were off and I happily scrunched up my toes to feel the sand beneath them.

The weather was in the low 70’s and breezy, but the water was, well, COLD! Wanting to walk in the water for the experience, I can say I was unprepared for the cold shock I received when the water hit my feet. It was so frigid, I felt an electric shock run up my legs into my back. And yet I continued to hang out on the edge of the water for another 30 minutes.

Yesterday I ventured out to Colonial Williamsburg. I am a total history buff (it’s what my degree is in), so I jumped at the chance to see it.

Again, the weather was beautiful. The historical area of Williamsburg was not quite what I expected. For one thing, it’s large. About a mile across by half a mile wide, to be precise. Good thing I decided to wear comfortable shoes, because by the end of the day my feet were killing me.

It’s hard to describe all I saw there, so I’m just going to let the pictures do the talking for me.

Before I left, I bought Cordy a colonial doll and a drum. The shopkeeper looked at me like I was mad for willingly buying my child a drum. I may regret the choice, but as a former drummer, I had to get it for her.

I also purchased another small gem that I will share with all of you over the next week or so. Here’s a hint: our children have it so much easier these days when it comes to rules.