A beautiful day!


There are a few definite perks to living in a city as wonderful as ours. Our city is on the coast and I am constantly thankful for the beauty of the ocean that offsets living in a city of 10 million. This city is huge with high rises and industry and vehicles everywhere. However it is wonderfully positioned between the mountains and the ocean with parts of the city wrapping around some of the smaller mountains. The result is a huge city that still feels beautiful and friendly. The coastline is quite beautiful and we are blessed to live here.


This saturday the kids and I went to a super-fun birthday party in a seaside park where the party favors were bubble swords, and then opted to walk from there along the coast to the downtown sailing center where the water fountains are. Along the way, we chatted with a fisherman, jumped off of "the biggest rock EVER" and played with our bubble swords.


At the fountains they ran like mad people through the water back and forth. It was the perfect day to get completely soaked after a long walk in the warm sun. Then as an extra special suprise all of their favorite friends showed up: Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Tiger, Pooh, Piglet, and Garfield :-) They were thrilled that all of these awesome friends came just to see them!




To top off the end of the day daddy brought home a HUGE bubble sword and so then everyone had a bubble sword for blowing bubbles and fighting! What an amazing family day!

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  1. KatieJune 6, 2011 at 9:56 AM

    Oh so glad! I can imagine the giggling :)

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  2. RubyJune 6, 2011 at 11:38 PM

    So happy for you all! This makes me miss Qingdao.

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