{Myrtle Beach & Firetrucks}
We don't go to Myrtle Beach nearly enough. We live close enough, it's just that our lives were consumed with AF junk, and Scouting junk so we never had the free time to go. Truth is - this wasn't free time for Erik either. He attended the South Carolina Firefighters Conference (or something like that) for work. His job paid for the hotel room and Zach and I were told we could tag along. So we did. A tank of gas and some food for a night at MB? Um, yes please. Friday morning, bright and early (for me and the boy - we're night owls) we headed up to Myrtle. Got there in plenty time for Erik to hit the booth for his shop. Zach and I wandered for a little while, but lets face it - Erik is the Firetruck (yes, we capitalize Firetruck in this house) guy. But we support him and let's face it a business trip to the beach rather than the sandbox is awesome! Here are some shots of what Heaven looks like to my husband: Here's what Zach and I do while E...