There’s this great line in the movie Ice Age that goes something like this, ‘I don’t know about you guys but we sure are the strangest herd I’ve ever seen.’
We’re having a family reunion. And that quote kind of came to mind when I saw the youngest of the group wearing this great shirt.
Oh this makes me laugh. And she’s probably the only who could get away with it. But really, I am very much enjoying getting to know some of Wesley’s relatives that I had not connected with. We’ve stayed up late playing card games, swam in the warm Atlantic, taken many a moonlight beach stroll, played hundreds of games of pool, and made many a meal together. And you want to talk about some culture clashes? I find myself with people who think that pink eye purple hull peas are manna from heaven and that corn bread should go with every single meal. And when I finally got to take control of the kitchen and served up an amazing meal (with the assistance of my dear sister in law) of tilapia tacos served with scrumptious rice and beans, all sorts of salsas and tortillas from Trader Jo’s, I was informed that newspapers would work just as well as tortillas and where was the cornbread?
Oh my, all in good fun, and I’ll continue to dubiously eye those pink eye purple hull peas that look like kidneys and those lima beans that looks like lungs, and they can eye my tortillas with equal suspicion. Chuckle.
Here’s where we’re staying.
Quite the place, eh? This place boasts of 8 bedrooms, 7.5 baths, kitchen, dining room, living room, game room, pool and hot tub. Pretty shwanky.
Here’s our view of the beach.It truly has been gorgeous. Wes and I were sitting on the beach on Tuesday and I just got this tickled feeling, knowing that I had five more days to bask in the wonderfulness of the beach. The water is about 80 degrees and every time I get in it I brace myself for the frigid waters of the Pacific and am surprised every time by the pleasantness of it. However, in the Pacific, I am covered from head to foot, booties, wetsuit, gloves, hat. No species could possibly touch me unless somehow brushing against my face.
I am bare footed and bare headed in the Atlantic. As Wes and I jumped and swam through the waves the other day, a great commotion occurred right about on my head. I dove the other way and as I came to a resting place watched as schools of tiny fish leapt through the water attempting to get away from a mighty predator. As we watched, Wes suddenly jumped and yelped, ‘Ow!’ which sent me hopping and yelping as well. Just a crab, but I now leap through the water like a ballerina, never resting long in one spot, fearing those mighty crabs, (they’re everywhere on the beach).
This week has also marked our three year anniversary. I have a hard time remembering what it was like not being married to my best friend. Being able to face life together, and enjoy the journey is such an incredible blessing.
And I’m very thankful to all his family who helped make him who he is. Because he really is quite the guy. Still not sure how I got so lucky.
One last great picture (all photo credits go to Aubrey, I still don’t have my camera).
Awesome storm. We all watched this baby roll in and it came quick. At the last second, it seemed to move around us so Wes and I hopped on the bikes and pedaled down to Dairy Queen to enjoy a blizzard. And then the heavens opened up.
We had quite the long date at Dairy Queen.