I'm still chipping away at a mountain of laundry. We look up at four o'clock and think it is noon. There's an awful lot of shaking from the sugar and fried detox. But ...
There are 335 days until we do it all over again and we are already counting.
We took our first dad-less trip across the country to Litchfield, South Carolina. Newel flew in from Germany to meet us.
These kids are awesome co-pilots. They took turns keeping me awake, telling me their life stories ;)
And ... maybe it was the daily journey with a pool swim before bed, their expertly honed hotel entry and exit skills, breaking the "no eating snacks in the car" rule, or choosing our playlists over NPR for a change ...
Whatever it was, we had a good time together.
We made it to visit and hug Grand Janie in Charleston before her open heart surgery. She experienced some bumps along the way but she's tougher than nails.
Why does this man always look to be in pain when I grab him for a picture?
See? Better but still.
Grand Janie had tickets to Brookgreen Gardens for us.
The kids weren't enthused with my love of art. I can't imagine why.
The south has some awesome bugs.
The Gardens had a kiddie play area Eliza was convinced was Disneyland. I'm not letting her know differently ;)
We live for time with these kids who are the children of our college friends. Every year, I wish we lived closer.
We peer pressured them to jump into the canal off the bridge.
Either it drew a crowd because we were crazy ... or just that cool.
At low tide when this hammerhead shark beached in the marsh out front of our house, the verdict was crazy.
I've been going here for thirty years and NEVER spotted a shark.
Some serious game nights, fireworks, golf cart racing, teenage antics ... just 335 more days and counting.