I just love, love, love the ocean.  My last memory of being on the ocean was off the coast of Virginia.  We had gone to my son-in-law’s sister’s wedding.  We went as a family. When we arrived, I was invited to sit with the ladies and talk.  When I walked into the room, before me was this great expanse of windows, and through those windows was a full panoramic view of the ocean.  I couldn’t sit still for a minute, excused myself, grabbed my granddaughter, Aubrey, who was about four years old, and headed straight for the ocean.  We lay on the bare, warm, wonderful sand, enjoying all the little sand crabs scooting around and diving into their little holes.  Then she took a lazy afternoon nap.  Aah, the memories of that wonderful ocean lapping up waves and lulling us to sleep.