I still remember the crab feed that we had at our 1989 Martin family reunion in Maryland. Loads of fresh crabs, good beer, and happy relatives huddled around steaming hot, Old-Bay-covered blue crabs piled on heaps of newspapers. We had another crab feed a few days ago, courtesy of my Uncle Bob who went to the coast to get super fresh ones. Yum. I know I will be remembering it for years. I probably ate thirty blue crabs, not to mention all the shrimp and king crab legs too!
I loved the crab feed, but I will say this about removing the shells: it's an awful lot of work to get to the good stuff. Sometimes it seems worth it, sometimes it doesn't. I think the same could be said for the dynamics at family reunions: a lot of work, but usually worth it once you get to the good stuff.
Yesterday we went to my Grandma's beautiful little church and savored the refreshingly liturgical service. Afterward Keith and Rilla and Abraham and I went to the North Carolina Zoo with my Dad and my cousin Michael and his daughter Brianna. It was really fun and maybe one of these days I will even post pictures.
This afternoon Keith and I had arranged to rent a car and drive three hours to Carolina Beach with our little ones. We were really looking forward to going to the Atlantic Ocean for a day. Rilla came down with a nasty fever and cough just after I booked our lovely nonrefundable hotel room last night, though, so today we had to make the hard decision to stay here at my Grandma's.
Have to go, my little girl needs cuddled again. Pray for her temperature to go down. She has had a really good attitude but I know she is miserable. We're pretty sure it's croup.