Sandy Shoes= Happy Days

I have decided this summer that the sandier the shoes, the stickier the faces and fingers, the dirtier the play-clothes, the fewer schedules made, the more cluttered the house and van look equals the happier the people living this little life of ours will be (as long as I still run to the store to re-stock the fixings for s'mores and have enough popsicles to feed all the kids in the neighborhood.)