Breezy
Easy breezy Saturday... if you don't count the five hours of brick laying in the morning. I was determined to get the patio finished, selecting, carrying, and laying brick after brick until my legs refused to cooperate and I found myself sitting on the ground to place the last few. By that point, every muscle in my body was questioning my life choices. Tim was right there beside me the entire time. While he may not possess my artistic flair for arranging the bricks, he more than made up for it with muscle power. He hauled brick after brick, filled in sand where needed, and worked alongside me all morning with minimal complaints. He's a big fan of saving work for another day, while I'm a "If a job is once begun, do not stop until its done" kinda gal. After laying the final brick, we sat back for all of two seconds to admire our hard work when Tim's phone buzzed. His daughter was inviting us to join her at the Ocean Mist. We looked at each other, covered in d...
