First things first. The streak in the lower center of the pond is an alligator. A frickin' baby alligator. The only thing between me, Kimber and the two bits of alligator bait in the backseat is a very thin car door. This was our very first 'gator sighting much to the delight of said bait in the backseat. We spent the day at the pool. No photographs of that. Nope, you can't unsee Kimber and me in bathing suits. Seriously. Can. Not. Unsee. That.
The sun was wonderful for me (Sarah) and miserable for Kimber who was always in search of either shade or a breeze. I think living in the heart of the south (Atlanta) will do that to you.
Naps all around (except for Grace who didn't have to sleep. Ever.) were the order of the day by mid afternoon.
Kimber whipped up chicken fajitas for supper. Back in the days of Dodge City, she wouldn't touch raw meat. She's come a long way, that girl.
Camp activity of the night was making cards which I envisioned would be sent to grandparents or Dad back home in Atlanta. By the end of the night, we made them for each other, for the dog and one for Dad.
Wonderful sentiments that are hard to speak outloud were written, shared and treasured.
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