This is Oliver's first debut a la 3-D ultra sound. He looks so much like Anthony which is fine by me. He probably will have the Wolf-T (eyes and nose) but the rest is all his Daddy. Only 11 more weeks to go. Surreal and terrifying. So much to do to make our dirty house a clean and comfortable home.









Once upon a time there were 3 girls. They were young and wild and would spend their summers on the beach in St. Augustine. They were loud, wild, boy-crazy banchee girls. Now, we are grown. We are all married with either children or children on the way. We all still in live Georgia but in different parts with very different lives.





The one on the left is my cousin Sarah Cat. I have been close to her most of my life except for the past 5 years where family turmoil and very different life styles separated us. We grew up together. She tormented me when we were younger. Then we became ruthless, trouble-some allies. Some of my best childhood memories are with her.





The bride is my step-sister Adriane. We met the summer I was 12 (I guess) and Sarah Cat probably 14. For several summers after we ran the beach like wild girls. There was never a shortage of laughter and trouble.





I was so glad we were able to reunite at Adriane's wedding. Adriane and I have remained closer, seeing each other more often than we see Sarah Cat. I hope that changes.





I miss those summers. How carefree we were. I miss how free we were in those days, never worrying about anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be grown and sensible. I'm glad to have an adoring husband and a chubby cheeked baby on the way (see aboveI miss our friendship though and hope some summer soon our children can run the beach wild and carefree like we were (but possibly not get in so much trouble...)