Vacation is a wonderful thing.
Florida panhandle, Gulf Coast with a bay on the other side of our isthmus. We had everything we needed for the perfect beach vacation. Sun? Check. We had beautiful weather, even if I did spend the majority of every day hiding from the sun. Sand? Lots of it. Very convenient hose and shower under the house (sounds like we had to go underground – the house was on stilts) to rinse off the sand, but even with those, the house and pool were full of sand the whole week. Pool? Sure. Someone was in it nearly all day, every day. Boat? Naturally. Corey brought theirs and borrowed a couple of wakeboards. We tubed and wakeboarded (is that a word?), or attempted to. I drove some so Corey could play (that was terrifying – just ask Mark and Mel), and while SOMEone may have run the boat onto a sandbar, it wasn’t me. We saw dolphins! And a sea turtle. I turned a little pink both days on the boat, but it wasn’t terribly painful, and it faded quickly. Mostly because I was wearing 50 SPF and hiding inside, on the deck, and under the beach umbrella. The sun is fierce down there. On top of all that (and the cases upon cases of beer and wine we drank, and the hours and hours of singing and Rock Band, and hand after hand of Go Fish with Gaby), we got to ride in my uncle’s four-seater plane (Thanks, Ed! That was cool!). And I did a little calculus. Which reminds me…I got my quiz back today. (I spent all of Monday working on it.) Six out of seven questions right. Go me.
I would like to go back on vacation. Right now. For a long time. Please? It was just so nice to not have to do anything. ANYthing. The hardest decision I had to make every day was whether or not to have a mimosa with breakfast. We had no plans, no schedule. No expectations, no responsibilities. It was SO nice. I would like that at home, please.
Thanks for the great vacation, family of mine. Love you guys.