Or maybe I could just continue to post indefinitely about the wonders of salt air, sea and sand? Mmmmmm!
Here's just a little sampling of some special times over the Thanksgiving weekend.
The Wonderful Haze of Spanish Moss: It's everywhere,
Baby in a Basket: My bike basket as it looked
Sunset, Sand and Shells at Twilight: Oldest Daughter
My Girl: I love this girl. I loved watching her ride along
the edge of the surf, water spraying from the tires, wind
blowing the curling ends of her hair. I loved the way she
got us back to the condo . . . when I got us lost. I love her
beautiful common sense and her brilliant sense of direction.
This girl is my rock . . . my fun-loving, strength-giving,
Red Rocker Overlooking Harbortown: This was such
a wonderful place to sit and take in all the sights and
sounds of the bustle of people and the gentle lapping of the
boats in the water.
"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights." James 1:17