I’ve been writing this post in my head for several days. I’m still not sure I can effectively communicate how fantastic our trip was. I kept thinking that this might have been the best trip of my life. Then I felt guilty. I mean, I spent four amazing weeks in the Cayman Islands when I was in college. Then there was the trip my man and I took for our honeymoon. So with those two other trips mentioned, I will say this was one of the best trips of my life! The kids were so well-behaved! They were angels on all four flights and just about every moment in between. I dealt with a three-year-old, who is definitely asserting her independence, but overall, she made me proud.
The time with my family was so special! We had nothing pressing, no “to-dos”, just the time to enjoy each other. Before I left home I really felt that I needed this break to survive the winter. I know, sounds so dramatic, right? I just felt so many burdens weighing me down. Then we got to Florida. What a reprieve! I told my dad that I should’ve probably gone a little later in the year, when it was high 70s, but I needed the break right when I got it. I “put up with” 60s and 70s in order to be completely refreshed when I needed it most.
Now we’re back. It’s 24 degrees. But I’m so grateful for the time we had in Florida. I can’t complain about being back. I flew over my friend Tasha’s house and my church as we descended into our home airport. So instead of being depressed, I sat and looked forward to all of the friends I would see the next day at church and in the days to come. I needed that reminder! Because I cried buckets when we left my parents. Baby Girl held on to her Papa! When he put her down she started crying a heart-broken, silent cry. Leaving was hard. But now we have so many memories and millions of pictures! And the promise that next year will be just as sweet!
Thanks, Papa and Nani! We love you!
*Just as an addition to this post: One thing I didn’t put in my suitcase on purpose? My mousse. It was almost gone. I figured I’d be fine without the little bit left. I thought I had another one at home. I didn’t. So I’ve spent the week with my hair in a ponytail. Oops. And it would have fit in my suitcase. So that’s awesome.