“When we laugh together the heart knows it’s a memory in the making,” Unknown. We old fogies and the young one made it home safely this afternoon worn out from traveling, our hearts full of laughter and glorious memories. We traveled home leisurely visiting the pecan shops and the Horse Creek Winery. The winery has wine icies. I love icies!!

We walked down to the beach before we loaded the car to watch the morning come alive in the glory of the pewter waves waking the beach. The waves were strong and aggressive, intimidating with their loud rolling thunder, but so beautiful with God’s strength. Dearest friend and I missed seeing the little sanderlings scampering around for crustaceans, their tiny feet quickly leaving musical scores in the sand, but only the large brown pelicans could take to the air with the harsh wind gusts. Last night the wind was so strong it whistled and moaned a boisterous prehistoric symphony around the corners of our cement block condo.

When we got home youngest son unloaded the car and put dearest friends things in her car and we all came in the house for supper. After supper, we sat on the porch, watching the cardinals gather on the bird feeders in the magical twilight of the day. We were laughing about our trip, telling youngest son about our visit with my Florida cousin and her son, when Kat streaked off the porch to catch a little rabbit. We chased Kat around and finally got her to put the rabbit down only to have Churchill come and join in the chase again. The cats’ wrestling with the rabbit ran us back in the house. Walking in the house dearest friend says, “Think I not going to pottery tomorrow. I’m too tired.” I say, “Dummy, tomorrow is Friday. Today was pottery.”

Dearest friend is spending the night tucked in my bed downstairs. Before I came upstairs to bed I decided to put what few dollars I didn’t spend in Florida back in my Mason jar. Well, I got my purse and my billfold was not in my purse. I knew it wasn’t really lost, hopeful anyway, cause when we left my nieces house I had given her some gas money for her boys, handing the money to her out the car window. I called her to look where we had parked hoping her galoot of a dog, Sammy, hadn’t chewed up my wallet. Wasn’t on her driveway. Dearest friend and youngest son and me and Penelope searched through the car and through the house, even the dirty clothes’ bag. I called oldest sister-in-law to see if maybe she had found it in something of hers. Just as the adrenaline kicked in and my heart attack began, I remembered earlier I had thrown my purse down in front of the buffet in the living room. There, pushed way under the buffet, was the billfold. “Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition,” Navy Chaplain Howell Forgy.

“Memories are a vast precipice of beauty that carries our heart through tomorrow.” — Navy Chaplain Howell Forgy