En-Gulfed In Friendship

It had officially been sixty days worth of brushing of incisors and front teeth.

The bargained timeframe of return of the Fisherman and his Family.

I'm not sure who was more glad to see who . . .but the hours passed much too quickly; the conversation hearty; the silence enjoined in contentment of being together.

This time, a mere week's worth of brushing teeth before they return.

Is it time yet? huh? huh? :)

Here's a glimpse of our sharing:

We drove the coastline, surveying the swath of damage from Hurricane Katrina. Lori wanted to see the water . . .ummm . . .close up! :)


She and Briann discovered what they called a 'crab'. I would've called it a snail. But then, I'm not one to disagree with company! :)

Poignant photo of the Fisherman, walking the beach near the symbol of his trade.

Beautiful Briann ~ vivacious, full of life and hope for the future. We are praying for your inspired path, Bri . . . :)

No visit is complete without a hearty meal to share. Or a muffin or two. Whichever grabs your tastebuds! :)

We love you guys. Come back soon! With a Big 'Ole Trophy and a little extra pocket change to boot! :)