Keagan told me a week before his birthday he wanted to spend his birthday weekend at a hotel on the beach, riding bikes, and eating shrimp. And so we did.
Within our first hour of swimming in the water, Evan was bitten by something that he swears was a baby shark. He ran out of the water crying and that was the end of that. To make matters worse, we checked into the hotel to learn we were in the midst of a hundred or so couples celebrating the 12th annual Shaganza, a fairly popular dance with the sixty something crowd in Coastal Georgia.
Suffice it to say, we all felt better about the weekend when we learned a soccer tournament was taking place a mile down the beach, and of course, we couldn't be that close without catching a game or two. We never did get to ride bikes along the beach, but Keagan did have a new bike awaiting him on the morning of his birthday!
Happy Birthday, Keagan! We love the sparkle in your big blue eyes, your wonderful sense of humor, and your wicked ability to run like a Jamaican. We love you!
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