Beach Trip Pictures Continued

Our first night was at a local grill for some nourishment and entertainment, specifically the limbo and Will on the mic in his debut as a vocalist - and this great tire horse swing.... Here are Trip and Tate on day one seaside.....it was a beautiful weather day...
Here is a quiet moment of reading between Tate and Will - we are always so happy to see Tate helping the younger guys along - he's great at it.
Me and my guys on the porch after the pool in the afternoon....

From 'To A Young Son' by Julia Johnson Davis

In your face I sometimes see
Shadowings of the man to be,
And eager, dream of what my son
Will be in twenty years and one.

But when you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
Then shall I, wistful, try to trace
The child you once were in your face?

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MY LITTLE ONE - By Tennessee Williams

My little one whose tongue is dumb, whose fingers cannot hold to things, who is so mercilessly young, he leaps upon the instant things, I hold him not.

Indeed, who could? He runs into the burning wood. Follow, follow if you can! He will come out grown to a man and not remember whom he kissed, who caught him by the slender wrist and bound him by a tender yoke which, understanding not, he broke.

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We are so very glad that you are happy...
long may you keep so, my dear boy...
May you go on as well
as you have begun.
- Charles Darwin

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