It was windy. Really windy. It had even started to rain. The kids were cold and we felt silly standing on the beach in our white & cream outfits while the morning runners went by in windbreakers. The waves rushed behind us and even the birds were avoiding the beach that day.
We had originally planned to only take portraits of my parents together, but last minute I had packed coordinating clothes for Caleb and Sam, thinking it might be nice to include the grandkids in a shot or two. But the day dawned overcast and windy, with dark clouds lurking on the horizon. No one wanted to walk across to the beach and endure the bad weather, all for the sake of “a few pictures.”
But we did.
And it was worth it.