I’m back from vacation.
It was the worst vacation I’ve ever had. I went to the beach and it rained 4 out of 5 days. Torrential rains. The condo we stayed at was nice, but I had to cook most days and I slept with a baby who like to roll up underneath me every night, leaving me a small corner of the bed. We were basically cooped up in a one bedroom condo the whole time. With nothing to do but get on each other’s nerves.
But really, it was the best vacation I’ve ever had.
The best because it was our first vacation as a FAMILY. There were moments of sunshine. My Pookah bear got to see the ocean for the first time. He got to dig his toes in the sand. He got to pick up sea shells and feel their texture. We spent 5 uninterrupted days, just the three of us. We played games, endless rounds of peekaboo, and I read So Big over and over and over again. C-Dub and I also had great conversations at night when the Pookah was asleep.( and other activities……..)
We just chilled, as a family.
I was in heaven.
Of course, he will never remember any of it. But I’ve got the pictures. And someday, when he’s older, I’ll show him his first time at the beach. And show him why my worst vacation was the best.