Bad picture, but this man at Fernandina's Fantastic Fudge is making fudge. He uses a paddle and flips the fudge up in the air until it sets up. It was fascinating.
Matt had to leave after Fantastic Fudge, so Joe took his picture. 
We kept seeing this van all week. I'd say it followed us when we went shopping, but the island's too small for that to be true. 
Layout of the plantation.
Slave quarters 
A more detailed look at the tabby walls
Slave quarters
I'm holding up this tree behind the slave quarters.
Brenda and I inspected the refurbished plantation barn.
The main plantation house from the front
So we're going to Amelia Island again. We leave tomorrow and come back the next Saturday. I am sooooo excited! Long, lazy days at the beach with no worries about work or anything else, doing whatever I please...I can't wait. I think the meemaws need to plan a similar trip--next year maybe? I'll update and post pictures when we get back.
I feel compelled to also mention that today I am reminded that I am so blessed. We take so much for granted here in the states. We don't have to worry about whether or not a bomb will soon explode on us, among other things. Compared to most of the rest of the world, we live a life of luxury. I, for one, am truly grateful--may I never forget just how blessed I am.
Well, as you can tell from the pictures, Abby's 1st birthday party was Saturday. She had such a good time she ended up going to sleep before anyone left. But such is your right at your first party. I think Ty may have had more fun than even the kids. And I still can't believe she's a year old already.
When we got home, we got invited to go to my parents' house but we didn't go. Instead we had to clean up eggs from our carport. That's right, my friends--eggs. We got "egged." In broad daylight while we were home, no less. It's funny now, so go ahead and laugh, but at the time I nearly lost my mind. Thank God it poured rain right after we discovered it. We figure it was probably some of Wade's students because they aimed at his car. Somehow, they missed and got egg on the house roof, too. We counted about a dozen eggs. And I can tell you right now that eggs are gross when you have to clean them up. Now that I think about it more, we'll probably get rolled later in the year. Somehow that makes me feel old. Too bad Wade's vehicles are too unique to allow us to keep our anonymity. But I guess now we have the first egging story of anyone we know.
Every time you try to take my picture, I'll hide behind this balloon.
...Happy Birthday, dear Abby, Happy Birthday to you!
I'm supposed to do what? Are you sure?
Hmm...this is pretty fun!
Ty fills up the pool... 
and later can't resist the slip-n-slide. How funny is this?! 
Just hanging out in the pool. 
Sorry, Abby, Madison doesn't go anywhere without that beloved balloon.
