Florida Morning

I'm not sure who in my family reads this blog, I know my mom, aunt, and cousin (Beth) do. Well, this morning when took my dog out I was reminded of Florida mornings at my G.G.'s house (my great-grandma) because it was a bright, crisp morning, just warm enough for flip flops yet cool enough for a light jacket (perfect weather). I'm not sure what my cousins did when they visited G.G. However, I have very clear memories of my brother and I waking up before anyone else and going across the sandy street, traipsing through the dried palm leaves and between towering palm trees just to get to the dock in the bay. We then would search all the docks around for Pelicans and try to spot one swooping down and scooping up water and fish. We'd lean over the side of the dock and knock barnacles off the pilings. We would also walk along the bank and search for horseshoe crabs. Sometimes we would just sit on the edge and be silent. It was probably one of the happiest times in my childhood!
I am just so glad that God allowed us to have memories. I certainly have bad memories, but the good ones far outweigh the bad.
The only problem now is that I'm not in Florida; I don't have a dock with pelicans, barnacles, and horseshoe crabs; I don't have my brother; and I have to go to work!
One day I hope to experience the cool, crisp Florida mornings again on a peaceful dock!