We are finally on our way to rebuilding our beach house. It has been quite a journey since last September when Hurricane Ike saw fit to wash our cottage away. At the time, it seemed impossible that another house could ever replace it. So many fond memories were made in Crystal Beach...family get-togethers, 13th birthdays, slumber parties, fishing with friends... Even though the photos of those special times were washed into the bay or buried under several inches of sand and debris, I still remember them as if I had just thumbed through the picture album. There was the picture of Mommy Dot helping Jason blow out his birthday candles, Jay and Jon stretching out under the tacky fishnet on the wall of our first cabin, Dad leaning back for a nap on the futon, David and Jason finishing the room downstairs, David covered in white paint when we bought the new house...I hope I never forget those and many others that crop up from time to time. But, now it is time to move forward and build new memories.
We started doing just that this weekend. The fishing was only so-so, and some of the lots in our subdivision still look like a war zone, but our little plot is coming along finally. And, it's going to be a TALL sucker! Look at David, who is at least 6 feet tall, leaning against one of the pilings!
Mom has already questioned whether there will be a landing halfway up the steps for her take a rest. And, I can't imagine how her 40 pound dachshund, Nick, will ever make it. He may get up there once, and never go down again. ;-) It won't matter...We'll soon be spending relaxing evenings on the beach with friends and family.
In fact, we've already started. How comfortable do Cheri and David look watching Bill play in the surf with the dogs????
