Thanksgiving
We were ready for the beach again Thursday so we headed into South Marco to a beach further down the southernmost tip of Florida. Gracie and I looked for shells (more on that later), while Lauren, George and Skip ran and climbed the rocks. We had a perfect day, one that easily goes down as one of the best days of my life. That a day like that should occur on Thanksgiving makes me appreciate that it was definitely a gift from God.
PS: We wrapped up our beach time early in order to have a Thanksgiving dinner at the condo. Skip remained unflappable during the making of the bird and did not PANIC (inside family joke involving a longstanding riff on hostile chefs - long story) within the confines of our rental kitchen.
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