Lest we forget....

Hello, dearest ones. Just another picture from the old Destin scrapbook. Remember that trip? Seems like yee-hears ago now. But every now and then, I have a wave of graphic memory, and I find myself on that porch with the sea air, the roar of the cars, the sound of happy screams and laughter, salty skin and hair, and the feel of a good book in my hands. A wave of peace and happiness. A wash of gratefulness for the felicity of a loving family. Miss you all, even those I saw today and yesterday. I hope to never take you for granted. You are a miracle.