And, their names were Jadyn and Liana. Did you hear about them on the news?
Surprising, if not. They ripped, tore and shredded that beach, that sand, that water -- and that room to pieces.
The Da! and I were groveling in their wake the entire time -- sleepily, too, since the Hurricanes decided they didn't like the room the first night and took THREE (as in 3, as in 1-2-3) hours to settle in and finally go to sleep. Maybe not a big deal to you, but we arrived at MIDNIGHT.
So, we finally got some sleep between 3 a.m. and 7 a.m. because we can't have normal babies who might actually SLEEP IN after a night of late-night partying. Nope. Up at the crack, and ready to go.
"Wawa. Wawa."
I feel like all I said all weekend was, "Liana, quit playing with that door," and "Jadyn, don't jump on the bed."
And, here you all thought I was going to get some much-needed rest. Here you all thought that we were going to relax a little.
I tell you one thing. There was not one -- well, there was one -- restful moment during this trip. I'll tell you about that ONE moment in Part Two.
But, was it worth it? Was it worth two 4-hour car rides? Was it worth diapers sagging down so low that the sand practically looked worn out? Was it worth seeing their precious faces as each of those fluffy, foaming waves came crashing down near their feet? Was it worth seeing my daughters leave their footprints along the same sand-crusted, ice cream-smeared boards of the boardwalk that I did as a child?
You bet it was. And, I'm ready to do it again.
Just not for a long, long time. 
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