We’re still love with the idea of not being at home. Yes, we are indeed. And really, the best part isn’t that we’re not having to watch the cement crack at home…(see, that’s a joke on how bored we’ve been) – but instead that we’re together, but somewhere new. Which means we get to explore together. And I get to see things through their eyes. Which kinda makes me a little bit misty-eyed. Yes, it does indeed.
And there’s a good chance that my son is all boy. And that he loves to swim. Like a fish.
And that my baby girl likes to be in the water just like her brother. And it helps when your cousins and Auntie are there to share in the fun. That helps a lot.
I’m not entirely sure we will come home. Ok, yes I am. But it’s fun to imagine.
And there was one point, last night, when I was holding Quint and we were riding on the back of the EZ-Go (which is a fun golf-cart)…heading back to the cabin after a lovely and long evening swim. And it was getting dark but not completely. And the fireflies were everywhere and the air was cool and blowing gently around us. And we rode in silence on that back seat, listening to the sounds of the woods and the critters in them, and letting those fireflies light our way back…
and it was magical
and that doesn’t happen nearly enough in our everyday life
and that’s why we love vacation and summertime
the livin’s easy