The last day at the beach is bittersweet. On one hand I never ever want to leave, why would I? Lazy mornings are spent sipping coffee and watching kiddos become kiddy at the prospect of jumping waves. The better part of the day I lounge in a beach chair, read a novel with the sun beating down on my face and listen to the waves crash. The only time I manage to get up is when I need a refreshing dip in the ocean, to play with the kiddos or lunch is ready. I only have to prepare one meal a week, granted it’s for 20+ people, but one meal nonetheless.