After 7 straight weeks of rain by the buckets, we woke up to a day that stayed gloriously clear and bordering warm all day. Thought we'd better grab the opportunity and go out to the beach. Spent a couple hours running up and then sliding down the dunes, and ended as usual with Caleb first getting a shoe wet, and then going for broke til he's wet up to his armpits. That's when we know it's time to go home. :-D Our beach is not like most people would imagine for a California coast. It's not populated, it's not perfect white sand, and it's rarely warm enough to go without a coat, but it truly is beautiful in all it's untouched nature. I was talking with my hairdresser last week about thinking I need to start going to church. Not only do I want to give Caleb a basis for making spiritual decisions in his future, but because it feels right that we formally thank God on a routine basis for all the blessings that He has given us. Susan (my hairdresser) said, "I have that need, too. That's why I go to Beach Church." And I realized that I've been doing that myself for the 15 years since I first moved to Monterey. I feel close to God there, I believe He knows I'm thankful, and I don't have to put on pantyhose on Sunday mornings to prove it. By the way, Caleb IS going to Christian school starting in the Fall. I don't know which I'm happier about; him getting a good basic understanding of God and the bible or the fact that he gets to avoid our lame public school system, but we really expect he has a bright future, and for that I'm extremely thankful.