Vacationing on Tybee 🌴

We just got back from a well needed, well deserved vacation. We love Tybee Island, GA. It is twenty minutes outside of Savannah on the Atlantic Coast. This was our fourth time on the Island. It is not commercialized. It is a small town with history, small restaurants and shops. It takes you to a time of relaxation.

We took our three youngest with us. Ireland 14, Trinity 13 and Kate who is now 5. Ireland and Trinity rented bikes to add to seeing the island. Reminded me of when BJ and I were kids in Crafton. Hopping on our bikes to ride to the store or pool. The girls actually rode to the beach. Such freedom!

I got to spend a lot of time with Kate. You would think I always do, but during the school year I do a lot of chauffeuring back and forth. Along with lots of meetings for Kate's future. So there was a ton more snuggling and talking to Kate. I saw her change. She was more loving and less stressed.

Ireland and Trinity took BJ on a Dolphin Tour and then lunch as a Father's Day gift. He loved it! We ended our vacation with dinner at Paula Deene's Creekhouse Restaurant. We all laughed and relaxed for a couple of hours while enjoying dinner. Kate was fantastic. She loved eating outside and people watching. It was a beautiful evening.

I am grateful. Grateful that we were able to go. Grateful for all my family. Beau and Angel were hanging out back home most of the time with Maria. It was nice to come home to them and a great Fathers Day dinner. God is good, always.

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