Favorite things

We are at our house at Sunset Beach for two weeks. It is a wonderful amount of time as we don't feel pressed to get out to the beach everyday or at the crack of dawn and can relax as the next group of renters come in this Saturday afternoon.  It is a slowed down pace of life, and even Bill has taken to it this trip.  After a hectic move, and relentless sea of boxes it is wonderful to be in a place we are all familiar with that isn't cluttered with our current life.  Tables are mostly free of papers and stacks, the floor is free of toys and most of all for me, there is no cat liter to empty! The cats will be mad at us when we return but they will adjust and are being well taken care of. Trudy has been a good traveler again and has calmed down this visit to the beach. For those of you that don't know, we added a rescue dog to our family last October. She is a sweet girl of around two 1/2, a mix of boxer and american bulldog. She fits our family well and the boys love her.

Mom and Dad were here for most of the week. It was great to have them here, even though we just saw them in Atlanta. More memories made each visit.  They left today and the letdown has set in for me. I don't like to see them go. The next event will be the arrival of the boys cousins and Aunt and Uncle tomorrow. One of the great things about being here is that Bill's brother and family have a house here too.  Actually, they were here first.  It is a great way to stay connected to family, especially given our recent move farther north to VT.  Roots in the South are important to me as we drift farther away from our places of birth.  We can keep the important places/things/feeling to us alive by coming back on a regular basis and give the boys a connection to their heritage.

So here are some of my favorite things.......





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  1. BuggHouseNCJuly 20, 2012 at 1:04 PM

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