I can’t believe it; it’s our last night on vacation on the entire opposite end of the country!
I just swam in the pool with Eva one last time, wrapped up in a towel, hauled out the suitcases and began packing.
No! I don’t want to leave!
No matter how much time you spend, it’s never enough.
We did so much and so little on this trip. It was the perfect blend of family, friends, sunshine, and storm.
What did we do? Or rather, what did we not do? We swam in the pool. Waited for Hurricane Isaac. Read books. Floated in the Gulf of Mexico.
We traveled to Lakeland to visit family, and out past Sarasota to visit family. We lived in a two-bedroom condo with three children (including a 7-month old infant who decided now was the perfect time to cut her first two teeth).
I don’t want to go back home and deal with its obligations and commitments and expectations.
Eva is starting first grade. Vincent is starting kindergarten. Mommy is teaching Jazzercise and Vincent has a surgery. Daddy is getting the boat ready for the next crab season.
Do we really have to go back home and get all of this started?
It is not what we want to do, but it is what we do.
And so we do.