so,
about 800 miles, one speeding ticket (my first!), and a bloody foot later... i'm back from trisha and immanuel's. the beach was beautiful, but the company was the best part. oh, how i miss the whole family. :( and i'm trying to see when i can squeeze in a visit to go see edmund, when he decides to show up (which very-pregnant trisha is hoping will be very soon). the clan down there has taken to calling my nephew "michael, jr., jr." which you totally get and think is clever if you a) know that my brother and my dad are both michaels, along with the new arrival and b) have seen
everything is illuminated. good times. anyway, i can't blog for long b/c i hafta run to youth group before too long, so i'll throw a couple of pictures up here, and then you can bemoan the fact that you didn't go...
trisha, in case you don't know...and the beloved atlantic...
still the atlantic...
