Vacation

We didn't make our bed. Not once. 

I took a bath. 

We took a 45-minute walk alone on the beach. 

Our family of three snuggled in bed in the mornings.

We laughed a lot.

I didn't wear makeup.

I finished several cups of coffee while they were still hot.

We slept through the night. Most nights.

We spent most of our waking hours with Phil's family--people we love, love, love.

We introduced Moo to the beach and the pool and the wonder that is a lazy river.

Of course we had plenty of reality too: 

Three loads of laundry.

Bedtime fussiness.

Hot hours spent indoors.

Rainy days.

Flash floods on the way down there.

A call that our house alarm had been tripped (false, thankfully).

Blah, blah, blah.

But we were away. Together. For a week.

Limited things tugging at our time.

I barely even checked my phone and email.

I didn't write.

I only read a little.

I didn't make phone calls.

I was just PRESENT.

We spent lots of time with family. 

Talking.

Watching kids play.

Playing with kids.

Eating.

Watching a movie.

Listening to music.

Just BEING together.

And it was marvelous.