Our last night in Destin, we first walked out on the beach at low tide. The kids had run out in front of us and were running around on a sand bar. Kellen walked us over to something written in the sand. Had we written it? He asked. Of course we hadn't. None of us had. it said three letters: ZOE.
Then we went to Fudpucker's - our traditional last night stop - our only night out. Our dear new friends, the Jeffersons, had made sure we had a special night. We go to hold and touch an alligator, got great seats, special treatment, a special Zoe birthday...everything was great, including our server Mike, who unknowingly offered us fried pickles as an appetizer. Pickles. Jen's special name for Zoe. The order was 10 pickles, of course. We all had one and one was left. For our pickles.
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