What are summer months without a little time spent traveling - perhaps to places faraway, new, and unfamiliar or to places so comfortable one could navigate to and through them in blindness?
Last week, we spent some time with family and good friends in Louisiana. Every summer we return home for a week or so. We spend time at my mom's. Catch up and hang out with my siblings, and squeeze in time to visit with old friends. Bea had a blast this year! She loves, loves her older cousins. I wish she could play with them more often! And of course, she loves her granny. And her granny loves her.
I'm posting from this past week since I left the laptop at home. And though I did manage to peak into the internet world a bit here and there, I couldn't commit time to posting on a day to day basis.
It's been so very, miserably hot here in the south lately. And humid. Oh lord, the humidity is fierce. While in Louisiana, I asked my brother. "Have summers always been this horrible? Or are we just getting old?" "Nah, it's not us. They're hotter." he said matter of factly.
Anyhoo, we've been spending lots of time dodging the outdoors or else finding water to accompany us while outdoors. Such is summer in the deep south I suppose.
We did manage to enjoy one pleasant evening on my brother and sister-in-law's front porch. The evening started off "warm". But in my brother's words, the night would "only get better". The breeze picked up ever so slightly as the temperatures dropped below 90! Ah, relief! In my book, nothing much compares to front porches and loved ones. Especially once the little one is fast asleep!
By the way, isn't their porch the cutest? Who wouldn't want to hang out there!
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