Sam and his family just happened to be coming down here with Lyn’s parents today by some wonderful coincidence, so of course we had to have a cookout. Sam and Lyn’s dad enter BBQ competitions and win every time, so I requested their famous grilled chicken.
We learned about why Mr. Charles has 9 fingers and 9 toes and screamed laughing at Ben and Sam’s stories of getting in trouble and the inevitable whoopins that followed. My mama hasn’t ever gotten to spend much time with them and I loved the chance for our families to spend a few hours together. The beach has a way of making it easier to grill, to laugh, to leave the doors open and let the breeze pass through.