Happy fourth of July

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Jack watching the lifeguard do pushups. It was so funny Jack then got on the sand and was "doing" pushups also. Images of his future. I love him too tooo much sometimes.
My two boys. How can I stand to look at these two and not love every bit of the both.
My Missi deep in thought during one of our conversations. I found out alot of my girl and I love her more all the time.
Jack and Andy during the fireworks. Jack is soo tired int his pic but hanging for dear life.
We are still here at the beach and enjoying the trip. Today they gave tornado warnings for the shore points so we didnt go to the fireworks on the boardwalk for they were cancelled. We do have the opportunity to enjoy individuals fireworks fromour balcony and our window. The boy is not too sure about them though. He looks and then closes his eyes and wraps himself around Daddy. I have a photo below of that. Missi is enjoying herself and we are spending some quality time together. We spent yesterday together on the beach and really chatted. She and ANdy have gotten along really well and that is great. Allie is about 30 blocks south of us at "senior week" with her friends. They are having a good time but there is alot of drinking going on but Allie is not doing much of it because of her constant worry. Worried something bad is going to happen. I was the same way until 30 when I let it all go and really then went into my teen years. I hope she can learn to enjoy herself without all the fretting, I am afraid the next step may be medication. We have tried therapy, relaxation and nothing is working. I hope she can get a handle on it before college or else she will end up back at home. I have some pics I will post and share with you all the nice time we are having. We are headed home tomorrow and back to work on Friday. I hope I will feel this rejuvinated still by next week.

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