Sunday, June 12, 2011


The only good thing about returning home from a beach vacation is looking back at moments like this.


I'll post more pictures and tell you more about it.  I'm not going to pretend that it was the most perfect trip ever.  My angels tied up a bit more than past trips.  I guess they are getting to that age.  I'm not going to pretend that every night out was absolutely flawless. But, I will say that the days and nights we made a point to take it easy (eat in the room, hang out late on the beach) were the absolute best.  I will say that my boy swam under water really well for the first time, and my love turned a year older.  I will say how happy I am that my girl still gets those blonde beach curls, and how mad I am at myself right now for not taking that empty Sprite bottle and capturing some of that beach water to wash her hair with at home tonight.

I will say that I wish we were still there.

And I will say...dang it...I don't live close enough to the beach.  I believe I was born for this life.  One day...

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