beach baby beach baby give me your hand

we took elenora to the beach. it was too cold to really go in the water, but it was so beautiful out and the beach was not as crowded as it was during the summer. at one point, j. and i were laying next to each other on the beach blanket and ella came and squeezed in down between us and kept saying sweetly "little elenora sits right here." and then she lay back and was looking up into the sky and all of a sudden she said "i always like to fly to the moon."