Ok, we're back to reality here...laundry, cooking and cleaning...but ahhh, I feel like Dorothy in a way...there's no place like home. LOVED being away at the beach for a week with family but the older I get, the more I realize even if you are on an amazing trip of a life time...
there's no place like home. Great to be back in our own beds...even the kids said so!
Ok, so my shower at home doesn't have THIS VIEW! Yes, my sweet Daddy cut a hole in the outside shower so you can watch the sunset and view of the amazing marsh while you get clean! Never showered inside the entire week!
I spent spent some time last night organizing our great pictures from the week and I added my favorites to the Flikr grouping here. It's such fun to watch them as a slide show with the kids and hear their comments. As we dive back into reality here, we come back with a head and heart full of memories. My parents built the beach house just for that and we are most grateful! Will tell you the story sometime about the name of the house... BoyHood Memories.
We took the kids into Charleston on our way home (not really in our way) and showed them where we first met (at this fountain), where we had our first date; we walked the College of Charleston campus, drove through the MUSC campus where Daddy went to graduate school, then drove over the huge bridge to Mt. Pleasant for a great lunch at Boulevard Diner (best fried dill pickles ever!)
The kids were certainly not as nostalgic or excited as we were to see or hear our stories, but they did seem to enjoy what we saw and what we did on our quick Charleston adventure.
Back to reality isn't bad after all. I love my reality and I love being home. Thanks be to God for a wonderful week and for safe travel home!