Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
Mom, Lexi, Eric and I went to Cedar Key for the weekend to spend some time with Eric's parents and for the Art Festival. I felt bad for Mom, because I knew the walking was not making her legs feel very good and opted out of walking around very much because of it. Made me sad though, because there was a lot that I wanted to see and take pictures of. I got a couple good ones that don't really say Cedar Key, but I like them nonetheless. Eric took us by the landing strip and I thought of you...there were a couple cessna planes parked. The whole town actually makes me think of you. It's filled with everything that I remember you loving when things were happy and I was little. The pace is much slower and simpler -how you always liked it and eating oysters and seafood always is a reminder of you. I think we spent most of our bonding time over seafood, specifically oysters that I only ever ate to be like you and my favorite...messy newspaper filled tables full of crab and those mallets that I liked. Because it's an old fishing village there are of course, so much outdoor fishing and boating things to do. There are few times that I've felt more special than on our fishing trip days. I'll carry those with me until the day I die.

I think I may have sparked a great new project while Eric and I snuck away to have a couple of beers and some oysters in town on Saturday night. Though I'm not going to talk about it yet, because I seem lately to get excited about projects I think up and talk to people about them, only to be disappointed when I have trouble executing them. Lexi learned some card tricks with Eric's Dad while we were out having oysters that she was excited to try out on Eric. He fell right into Lexi's plan and was very upset about not being able to figure out how it worked...pretty funny to watch. I hope Mom had a good time...I can never really tell with her. Though I now on Sunday she was ready to come home. It was a tough day getting home. We all were not harmonizing and the ride back was much longer than when we were going. I'm still getting used to living here with Mom and I know she's getting used to us.

-Tiff