Last month we spent a windy and wet weekend on the shores of a little island off the coast of Savannah, Georgia. My cousin Lindsey and Aela (together above) share a birthday (wildly enough, her son and my husband also share a birthday) and we celebrated together in the perfect beach cottage. While time on the beaches of Tybee was scarce because of the indifferent skies, we spent our days on a rather magical porch, playing board games, reading and of course... eating. An island favorite in our family has been The Crab Shack - and the girls and I were so excited to finally experience it. It was a lovely weekend away despite the weather... we ate crab until the butter was down our elbows, fed alligators and dined in the oldest home in Georgia with the echo of Savannah ghosts.
We are aching to get back to the shore again. I think I may have waited too long as I'm having an impossible time trying to find a little house to rent in either Charleston or Savannah - but I'm determined to find something. School will be out very soon and I feel the quiet pull of salt and sand. Dennis is back home after 8 weeks on the road working and we are so, so, so ready for summer, how about you?