On my way out...

to the beach. 

With the girls.  

Our annual long weekend reunion.

There will be a little of this:

(I'm trying to remember the last time I read a book poolside without counting children every few sentences. Hmmm.  I think it was summer of 2003.)

And some of this:

Looking forward to long walks and talks by the ocean (heard there were 6-7 ft. waves there today because of Katia) and searching for shells to bring home to my chickadees.

We will soak in the beauty of Kiawah,

and watch how God paints the sky magnificently each evening.

There will be laughter. Uncontrolled.  There are always tears...the good kind.  There will be conversation until the wee hours of the morning.  And there will be food.  Good food.

And we will return home refreshed, though probably a little bit sleepy.

I'll see you next week...