The Beach

Our grandparents built a summer home in Huron, Ohio in the 1950s and it has been part of our family ever since. This home has been a place to spend the summers and share countless memories playing cards, drinking milkshakes, swimming, etc. There is really no place like it. From the sprawling farms to the ice cream shops, it is certainly a place to get away from it all. After a lovely yet busy Mother’s Day weekend, Albert and I decided to take a mini-trip to the beach.

We enjoyed some orange sherbet, took a 7 mile bike ride and made a home cooked meal. It was quiet, slow-paced and wholesome. It was exactly what we needed.