Where's Abby (+ Dylan and dogs)

I realize I never shared the story of the day I said "yes" to spend forever with Mr. Kennedy. So here it is for whoever missed out.  We had planned to go for our second round on the Appalachian Trail on Memorial Day Weekend. We'd gotten all prepared with a doggy backpack, took off an extra day from work, and psyched ourselves into the hike ahead. The rainy forecast made us change our plans; Hiking and sleeping with a soggy dog for three days seemed less than appealing. So instead, we decided to do a day hike on Cumberland Island for our first time.  The night before, we'd biked to the store and got all the supplies for our picnic lunch. I woke up early, made our tasty sammies, and we headed out. Running a little behind with a strict schedule to catch the ferry, we were a little stressed on the drive. Then I realized I'd left the sandwiches. At this point I started to cry from annoyance with myself. I'd ruined the day and we were going to starve on the...

Yesterday morning was the loveliest of mornings. It started with staying in bed extra long and searching for Valentines Day recipes.  It continued to fetching with the neighbors, strolling down the street and up to the beach,   people watching along the way. Kids splashed in the sea and groms surfing the waves.  It was a ditch your coats and jump into your swimsuit kinda morning.  An admire the tourists reading their books,  and joggers and sunbathers in the Florida winter. A let the pup meet every dog and human she wanted kinda morning. Chit chatting with  Donna racers  that needed their dog fix, whose daughter's name was Abby, old John and Sue. Extend the walk because Sierra just wasn't ready to leave the beach kinda morning.  Today the loveliness continued in different colors. From yesterday's cerulean sky to today's dreamy gray beach.  I cheered on the Donna Racers and consoled a sound-sensitive pooch. Accord...