Babies crying in restaurants ... or on planes, busses or in Church ... is typically frowned upon, though Sarah and I delight in it as the Mother eats a fried Scallop with one hand while bouncing the 7 week old in her other.
It won't be long before this is "us".
We're having a rare "Date Night" and, thankfully, Sarah's cravings are for Hushpuppies dipped in real honey butter from one of my favorite restaurants ... Bubba Gumbos.
It's hard to be off the beaten path on Tybee Island anymore with it's preponderance of Stop Signs, a cop behind every one, Tourism on Steroids hated by locals who fantasize about a gated community and no place to park for less than a quarter for 15 minutes (because the Island really like to screw Tourists up the A$$).
But Bubba Gumbos is off the beaten path.
It's also stepping back into what to Tybee used to be ... a real Island ... and not a revenue generating, plastic promotions, Kid unfriendly, parade addicted and Government laden destination.
Bubba's is a marina with a restaurant unlike say AJ's which is a restaurant that used to be a marina.
There's a big difference.
The working crowd pours in Bubba's as soon as they hit the Island to suck down a few beers, smell the marsh, watch the Dolphins and see firsthand the catch of the day ... Nets full of Shrimp, Blue Crabs and Oysters.
It's the aroma of diesel fuel mixed with salt water.
In the distance, tiny cars ebb and flow on the Causeway.
Sarah's Hushpuppies dipped in real Honey butter are Angel droppings.
The fried Flounder is what Jesus should have ordered at the Last Supper.
Daddy takes the Baby to wander into the gravel parking lot under the boat slips so Momma can attack the Blue Crabs dipped in melted butter.
Blue haired Baily McNally dances over to rub Sarah's belly and say "Hey" to Che.
Matt Few gives us long hugs as only good friends can.
"You ready?" Sarah asks looking stunningly beautiful behind sunglasses.
"Yeah," I reply wiping my eyes.
"It's funny how we destroy perfection by trying to make it better but ... there are still perfect things. And sometimes, you can make perfect better."
And Sarah and I toast a Baby who hasn't cried yet but we can't wait until she does.
