Last Saturday, Hubs announced that he wanted to go on vacation to the Outer Banks.
Pretty much immediately. Except he didn’t want to miss his Sunday visit with his mom in Assisted Living, or his Sunday-night Adoration hour. So we had 36 hours’ notice to get out of town.
I did a good bit of scrambling in those 36 hours, but it was worth it, because from Monday to Friday, I got to look at this:
Little Brother and Hubs savored crabs they caught themselves.
I just savored the view.
So glad you had a chance to enjoy that view, Barb! 🙂
Nice! What a great way to end the summer. If it weren’t a sin I’d be envious. But what I really am is glad for you.
Thank you, Daria. I think this is the first vacation…EVER…where I can honestly say it was relaxing.
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