Picture pages, picture pages...

This is the twenty-first year we've been to the same condo at the same beach. Every year at the beach we take family pictures. We usually try to color coordinate (although Sam WAS wearing yellow). I'm sure you can guess what our color scheme was after looking at all of these pics. But first, the pic to the left: Ross had no idea why my mom wanted a picture of him. I love it.

Below: Sam was just too cute strutting his stuff and practicing his Darth Maul attacks after the pictures. He's really into Star Wars.

The older guys pose for a pic. Ross, Caden, Jayce and Davis. As we were walking yesterday morning, I noticed that a half mile down the beach someone had carved "CADEN" into some really hard sand on the sea wall. Knowing that there aren't that many Cadens around, I asked him if he did it. His mouth dropped and he said, "Oh my gosh! It's still there?" He'd done it the first day we arrived.

Michaela and me -- girls' golf phenom. In fact, she's at the course as I type this beating my dad's butt.

All the girls (minus Allie). It's weird without you! I miss you! Last year I was at training and not here. This year you're not. It's not the same.

Whole family pic. We're the only ones who aren't blood-related, but it never mattered. They've always been an adopted family to us and it will always remain that way.

Mom and me! Gotta love that flyaway hair in the ocean wind.

Family pic minus Allie and Chris. We miss you!