When we moved to South Carolina eight years ago this month, we became good friends with our almost next door neighbors, Walter and Brooke McCants. They were both recent Clemson grads, great sports fans, oyster eaters and owners of Golden Retrievers. So, even though we were two generations apart, we shared a number of pleasant happy hours. Walter has a significant position with the Charleston tourism bureau, while Brooke is a reading teacher in the early grades. After nearly a decade of increasingly complex efforts toward becoming parents, they finally succeeded, and on 25 July Carson was born four weeks early at 6 lbs, 2 oz.
This evening we went to their place for happy hour. At our age I don't take many baby pictures, but the first one is Durelle and Carson. Does she look like a happy grandmother?
Did I mention that they were Golden lovers? This is Berkeley.
Somehow I failed to get a picture of the lovely Brooke, but here are a couple of pictures of Carson and his old man.
Today was another step toward getting back to a life off the road. We both visited our primary care physician, Dr. Amy Fairfax, and our dentist Dr. Lauren Davis. There was a nice sunset I'm told, but I was inside working on a blog. Oh, well.