Before school started, we spent one last weekend on Isle of Palms. My mom is leaving the country in a few weeks, so this was our last chance to see her without having to cross an ocean. My brother, Adam, flew out from California and my grandmother came down from Baltimore.
We slept, played on the beach and talked until late. We celebrated upcoming birthdays and arm-wrestled. Adam, Eric and I (still sometimes referred to as "the children") watched Don't Tell Mom, the Babysitter's Dead. We visited the Piggly Wiggly (always a favorite) and gave in to the boys' pleas to drive the golf cart. We even met a talking bird down the street. (I was walking along and heard a squawky "HELLO!" from the front porch!)
Sunday morning found us at my mom's church downtown before driving west on I-20 back to Atlanta. That's a joggling board that the kids are sitting on...
There is something magical about the Lowcountry. We'll miss it this year while my mom has her Turkish adventure...
3 comments:
I LOVE that picture of your grandmother arm-wrestling Briggie! I just love your whole family (though I still need to meet Adam sometime...) and it was fun to see a few pictures of your mother's house. I hope she has a blast in Turkey!
Wow, Turkey! How fun! What is she doing there? I loved the Isle of Palms, way back in the day when I visited with you and Eric and Briggie there.
:) Love. (and the bar below says foodo, how appropriate! ;)
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