Time Flies...Did you miss me?

Well our vacation is over. It was fun-filled and eventful. I already gave you a rundown of Easter, so here's the rest of the story; complete with pictures.

We spent alot of time indoors. The weather was okay, but there were mosquitos to contend with. Little m has three bites on her face of all places.

We got to visit with Grandma and Memaw and Poppy. Dad takes the girls over to my Grandmother's house on his John Deere tractor. And they love it! Both of them loving 'driving' it.

Saturday my brother and his wife came down. And L made some beautiful hair accessories for us with Little d's 'help'. Check out her ETSY SHOP. Or her blog, Southern Girl Florals, if you want to see some amazing work.

Sunday we had a party for Memaw who turns 85 in June and Poppy who (as you know) turned 90 last month. My relatives from my Mom's family were there and it was a really nice day. We don't get to see them very much, and it was the first time we had all been together in a very long time. Memaw was loving the attention and Poppy mentioned how much he enjoyed seeing everyone. We feasted on fried fish and shrimp, boiled potatoes, corn, pinto beans, and a cabbage salad that is fantastic. (I should post the recipe for that some time...)

That evening we took some leftover cake to them and Little d went with me and mom. Poppy is so funny. He would occassionally sneak off from the living room and return with some bauble. He would then show it to Little d. She was fascinated. She popped up one time and said "Poppy I want you to show me some more stuff that that you 'hided' from Memaw." We of course made it home with a few treasures...

And it wouldn't have been a trip to the coast with out some beach time. Little m's first foray to the sand and surf was a success...

There is so much new building going on in my hometown I hardly recognize it every time I return. Here is a spectacular house that is right on the beach. It's for sale if your interested...

We had so much fun feeding the seagulls like real live tourists. The girls were squealing with delight!

I swear the smell of salt air takes me right back to being a little girl--more than any other thing. It's like medication for my soul. For a second there on the beach I filled my lungs with salt air and heard the roar of the water with my feet in sand. I closed my eyes and just let myself relax. And then my husband pelted me with cold salt water on the back of my legs. Mental note: pay him back for that later...

So now I'm back to the grindstone. Two nights of workshops this week, and laundry of course. And I still have to tell you all about our trailer house hunt. I bet you can't wait to hear about that. Sigh. I wish I could bottle that salt air and take a whiff every once in a while.