We spent part of our Labor Day weekend at Claytor Lake. Michael’s parents were camping there and invited us all to come swim, relax, and enjoy the sunshine.

The pictures from that day are great, but I don’t feel like they even begin to touch on how perfectly wonderful it all was.Kaya had so much fun making a mess in the sand with her Grandpa. She was honestly still somewhat afraid of the water and waves after being pummeled by them at Myrtle Beach, but Grandpa helped her get past her fear and even had her sitting right at the water’s edge. The lake I went to nearly every day of summer during my childhood was so similar to this. It even had a dock, but it was generally where all the “big kids” would hang out. We swam out there and jumped a few times, and I couldn’t help feeling like I was finally one of the big kids, too. Of course, grandparents filled up on baby cuddles. Kaya was so very tired from all her hard playing during what would have normally been naptime.We ended the night with some of the best pizza (mozzarella, feta, and banana peppers mmmm) and a game of frisbee.Kaya also jumped off the sidewalk a few times…… and probably thought it was the best day ever when we let her carry around the bag of M&Ms.This really was the perfect way to bid summer farewell.