Vacation was vacation. It was relaxing, and fun, full of play, naps, good food, and a measure of hard and stressful too because real life happens even on vacation. We had our share of misadventures and unexpected hiccups, like having to replace the steering on Todd's new truck the day we were supposed to make the drive back home. Let's hear it for warranties!
I was unsure about the road trip idea from the beginning. It was Todd who thought we could do it, even with two young boys. And to my surprise, it was great. Fun even. The boys stayed occupied with sticker books and Disney Pixar movies on repeat in the backseat for hours on end. Apparently, junk food and movies will make any long trip bearable.
We traveled first to North Dakota to spend a little bit of time with Todd's extended family and Todd's parents who were also vacationing there. We stopped for a day in Minnesota to see the Mall of America and spent the rest of our time in Michigan to catch up with our dear friends who moved there a few years ago. We got to do life and have dinners and share adventures with Darin and Bethany and their boys Wyatt and Sawyer.
As I get older, and my boys keep growing, I feel a deep sense of
gratitude for the memories we are getting to make with them. The
stories we make together as a family and how experiences and times away
together will shape their hearts and minds. There were some days I had nothing better to do than read a book or take a nap. One afternoon, I laid down with Jacob and watched him sleep and felt myself enter into a kind of rest I have not known in a long, long time. As all vacations go, it had to come to an end but we made so many fun family memories and were so grateful for the time we had with our friends.
Below are the highlights of our trip, and in no particular order whatsoever.
Showing posts with label Summer. Show all posts
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August 31, 2015
June 17, 2015
In Summer
I believe that summer was made for adventuring. For long walks to find treasures like dirty bottlecaps and rocks that shimmer and shine in the sun.
I believe that red popsicles and juicy watermelon are the best treats for hot days and that backyard barbecues taste better when shared with friends.
I believe the smell of sunscreen on my boys after a long day of outside play is what heaven will smell like.
I believe in sunkissed noses and sand-covered toes. That salty, ocean air breezes are the best kind. And day trips to the coast are best when they end with cold root-beer and freshly fried shrimp.
I believe in plastic pools and sprinklers and cheap waterguns and that getting wet in summertime should happen every day.
I believe in fireworks and cakes decorated like American flags and celebrating freedom with friends and cheeseburgers.
I believe in slow mornings and pancakes and staying in pajamas because you have no need for an agenda.
I believe in Texas sunsets, lit up all violet and fuchsia and turquoise at night. That they are best experienced when shared on the front porch with someone you love and there is no need to speak because the sun always does all the talking for you.
I believe in staying up late to watch movies, snuggled up on sleeper-sofas, blankets and pillows piled high. In reading books and making up stories and drawing pictures on soft construction paper, markers bleeding through.
I believe in ice cream cones, and sticky sweetness dripping on tiny fingers.
I believe in the sound of cicada bugs and boys who play basketball in the street. In riding bikes and swim lessons and learning how to tie your shoes.
I believe in trips to the library and turning off cartoons. In practicing math and memorizing Bible verses and sending handwritten letters to friends.
I believe that everyone should know what it's like to play in a summer rain shower.
I believe that strawberry margaritas taste better outside. That laughter is served best with fresh salsa and crispy tortilla chips and the faces of women who get you completely.
I believe in sidewalk chalk and pictures of rainbows and stick figures and messages written about love and family. In bubbles blown, popped, chased and caught.
I believe in summer. In the magic of long days and laughing with your children. Yellow butterflies and blue skies and white dandelions. Wishes ready for the making.
I believe that red popsicles and juicy watermelon are the best treats for hot days and that backyard barbecues taste better when shared with friends.
I believe the smell of sunscreen on my boys after a long day of outside play is what heaven will smell like.
I believe in sunkissed noses and sand-covered toes. That salty, ocean air breezes are the best kind. And day trips to the coast are best when they end with cold root-beer and freshly fried shrimp.
I believe in plastic pools and sprinklers and cheap waterguns and that getting wet in summertime should happen every day.
I believe in fireworks and cakes decorated like American flags and celebrating freedom with friends and cheeseburgers.
I believe in slow mornings and pancakes and staying in pajamas because you have no need for an agenda.
I believe in Texas sunsets, lit up all violet and fuchsia and turquoise at night. That they are best experienced when shared on the front porch with someone you love and there is no need to speak because the sun always does all the talking for you.
I believe in staying up late to watch movies, snuggled up on sleeper-sofas, blankets and pillows piled high. In reading books and making up stories and drawing pictures on soft construction paper, markers bleeding through.
I believe in ice cream cones, and sticky sweetness dripping on tiny fingers.
I believe in the sound of cicada bugs and boys who play basketball in the street. In riding bikes and swim lessons and learning how to tie your shoes.
I believe in trips to the library and turning off cartoons. In practicing math and memorizing Bible verses and sending handwritten letters to friends.
I believe that everyone should know what it's like to play in a summer rain shower.
I believe that strawberry margaritas taste better outside. That laughter is served best with fresh salsa and crispy tortilla chips and the faces of women who get you completely.
I believe in sidewalk chalk and pictures of rainbows and stick figures and messages written about love and family. In bubbles blown, popped, chased and caught.
I believe in summer. In the magic of long days and laughing with your children. Yellow butterflies and blue skies and white dandelions. Wishes ready for the making.
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