When we were in Florida, we watched the sunset on the ocean pretty much every night (if you are confused about the geography of this, we were up in the panhandle in a town called Port St. Joe that is located on a bay, so the sun rose over the land in the east and set across the water in the west - it seemed a little off to me for a few days). One night, we went to the marina and fed the seagulls while we watched it set. Ben threw about 100 rocks in the ocean too. Cause that's what two-year-olds do. It was a gorgeous evening.
Ben needed a little help guesstimating the size of bites the seagulls could take.
Annie spent more time dancing around and making her skirt twirl than throwing bread.
Cole and the seagulls got into a throw it up and catch it in the air rhythm. It was cool.
And there goes the sun....
...going...
...going...
...gone... almost.
Seriously, watching the sunset on the ocean is something I will never get sick of. It is just amazing every time.
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