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I’m not sure what’s going on with me these days. The boat has always been one of my favorite places to be, but last year, it became a constant cause of worry. I made Scott turn around a couple times last summer because it was too choppy, and once because of fog. I became one of those people that held on for dear life, my knuckles white with fear, and played out every awful scenario that could take place in that boat. I wore a life jacket, and not just during the scary parts, but the whole time. I began to dread boat trips. What was happening? This was my spot! I’ve always gazed out at the Gulf and told Scott how much I loved it there, and if I saw a dolphin, or a pelican, or a fish, or a stingray, or a starfish, or a sand dollar, or, okay, if I saw anything, I marveled at it! It was my happy place. Maybe it was just an off year. .jpg "20120318_7827 copy")
So, this trip, the kids, clueless about my concerns, went on with their reading, which always makes me smile. I still wore my life jacket, but that’s just common sense, and I did hold on tightly at times, and even worried a little, but that awful panicked feeling wasn’t there. We only crashed one time in my head, and I’d like to call that victory..jpg "20120318_7846 copy")
It became my happy place again. It was always their happy place, and that trend continues..jpg "20120318_7847 copy")
We had miles of beach to ourselves,.jpg "20120318_7852 copy")
and we only saw 2 other people all day..jpg "20120318_7853 copy")
If that ain’t a happy place, I don’t know what is!
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Seriously, Best. Day. Ever!!!.jpg "20120318_7884 copy")
