Honey, I'm Home

We're back from a long weekend in Florida—a little fun in the sun was just what the doctor ordered! My voice is finally coming back [each time I'm with Erika I leave hoarse from nonstop laughter] and I’m slowly inching back into my normal routine. It's a bit hard when this is how I spent the last 3 days:


To celebrate the 4th of July, we anchored our boat on the infamous Crab Island in Destin. If you're somewhat familiar with the Island, I'm sorry to report the ever-so-classy "Poon-Toon" was stolen and therefore not present.


We thoroughly enjoyed our time at the beach sans for one slight "boating accident." After watching the fireworks from the bay, we drove the boat about an hour back to the Powell’s neck of the woods. It was pitch-black with quiet waters and whipping winds. Chance was focused on steering while we desperately tried to stay warm and safe:


And then out of nowhere came 3 Perfect Storm-sized waves that literally ejected us off the front cushions and led to this:


We were scared shitless. But we lived to tell the story [with a few bumps and bruises for proof], and that’s all that matters.

We couldn't have asked for better hosts and I can honestly say we stayed at the cutest house in all of Florida! Between Erika’s design talent and Chance's insane ability to build anything with his bare hands, these two have quite the set-up. You may have seen pictures of Erika's office/carriage house [which her husband built entirely], but it’s a whole different ballgame in person. Oh, and what would living on the beach be without a vintage Bronco to cruise around town? Being the sweet man he is, Chance gave Erika one on her birthday [when he also proposed] and now they each have their own! My birthday is at the end of this month in case anyone is interested.