Yes, I am aware that the title of this post is the edited version of that famous Zac Brown Band song. And no, I'm not ashamed. After many months of anticipation, Cody and I finally made it down to his hometown of Harlingen to celebrate July 4th with some much needed time with family, friends, and the Gulf of Mexico. Cody hadn't been home since our Harlingen wedding shower last May, so it was a much needed escape for him.
My sister Kirby also joined us and had her first "deep sea" fishing experience. This was a running joke for the weekend due to the fact that in my sister's novice fisherwoman's mind, the fishing excursion would include an offshore adventure. Sadly, there were no marlin or 40 foot yachts, but we had a blast fishing with the best fishing guide around, my father-in-law, Lynn. Before the fishing adventure began, we had to say hello to South Padre Island, where we spent a relaxing day on the beach with family and friends. Cody hadn't spent time with his cousin Keith since we got married, so it was awesome to catch up with him and his family. Plus, this provided a great excuse for a crazy game of washers. (We won't discuss who the champ of the tournament was, due to harsh feelings on the part of my overly competitive husband and sister.) I was perfectly content sitting my bootie in a chair and soaking up some sun. Maybe now you'll be able to see me when I walk down the street...
Here is photo documentation of a wonderful extended weekend down south.
And the washer playing begins...
Kirbs, me, and Rachel just being fabulous
"Thank you Johnston reunion for giving me championship washer skills."
The best father-in-law around, Mr. Lynn Johnson
Lovely ladies: My wonderful mother-in-law, Tami, Aunt Ann, and Rachel
We just couldn't escape the paparazzi...
Love!
Love?
We were thrilled to spend a little time with some old friends. Miss y'all!
Ash & me
The toe picture!
She'll kill me for publishing this, but I must include in this post that my sister, the tough, tom boy, squealed like a little girl upon her first encounter with a fish. If only I had a recording...
Her first official bite, cast and all!
My first catch of the day, a baby trout
Clearly Kirby and I are capable of hosting our own fishing show at this point.
There's the big guy. That's more like it.
Oh you know, just being a pro fisherman. No big deal.
Like father, like son. One of my personal favorites from the fishing photo shoot.
Not too shabby for a Sunday afternoon!
Professional grade fishing
Another great day with the best fishing guide ever! (Maybe we'll tip him next time...)
Thanks so much to Cody's parents for a wonderful weekend. It's always so refreshing to spend time with family, and we were even able to have dinner with a few of the Johnson cousins and Grandpa and Grandma while we were in town. What a blessing for both of us to belong to such loving, not to mention big, families. We wouldn't have it any other way.
After our few days in paradise, we've returned to the desert mountain city of Las Cruces and are looking forward to establishing a sense of normalcy back into our lives. Don't get me wrong, we'll probably get bored after about a week of it, but everyone needs a little down time, right?