24 hours spent in one of my favorite places. It’s a magical place.
Where apples grow in the Texas heat.
The skies and water match.
The girls get to swim in the same spot their dad swam when he was growing up.
The fish are biting and the bait girl is cuter than most.
Where the boat goes in figure eights crossing from Texas waters to Louisiana and back again.
Somewhere in that time and place you realize that even the hardest season of life didn’t destroy you.
And then, God sang a love song dressed as a lullaby.
Perfect weekends may not truly exist but this one was close.