Callum's had to say goodbye to a lot of friends this summer. Before our neighbors moved, friends from school headed south, away from us, but last week he and I piled in the car for a quick road trip to pay them a visit in their new digs.
It's funny how much I dreaded the drive. I have a half hour commute each way to work every day, and somehow the prospect of six hours in the car filled me with nothing but ill feeling. It was fine though, far better than I expected, and so worth it to see our friends.
Can you believe Neel's never been to Charleston? I love this part of the world. I grew up splitting vacations between the Outer Banks of North Carolina and the Lowcountry of South Carolina. South Carolina sings to my soul. The ocean, the marshes, the salty smell and the old old oaks bejewled with Spanish moss. My mom comes back to this part of the country twice a year, and I can see why. I'm grateful to have a reason to visit.
I'm a dork and I know it, but coming upon scenes like this can move me to tears. Simply the beauty of the place, combined with the sound of live music filtered through the night and the burble of happy voices. Those are the times you know you're touched by happiness.
The whole weekend was like that. Go to the beach. Do something fun. Have a cocktail. Eat an amazing meal, whether it was $5 crab cakes delivered by Crab Cake Man or Shrimp and Corn Chowder. Easy to be with old familiar friends (Although let's face it, they haven't been gone that long.) The only hitch was not having Neel there with us. I think we'll have to bring him next time we come. It's funny, I thought I took so many pictures of the house and the kids, but I guess I didn't. Sometimes you just have to live your life instead of photographing it.