Vacation 2015

​This holiday we took our children on a beach vacation. I say it’s for the kids but in reality, it’s for me too. I forget sometimes my body needs a break. My “get it over with” mentality can be wearisome, as I don’t know when to rest. I believe in delayed gratification. Being type A, procrastination is not my first choice.

As I spend 24/7 with my kids, I am reminded of how I need an adjustment period. They do grow up so fast. They’re so tall. In a few years, I’m going to be the shortest one in my family. They say things that make sense, question irrational thoughts, jump, play rougher, tougher and love even more intensely. Their confession of love for me is wonderful. My youngest keeps accusing my husband of “stealing his girl”. He got that from the One Direction song.  Everyday I try to capture each moment of our time together as best as I could. One day I want to reminisce with them about their childhood. They love hearing stories about their births and their silly antics as toddlers. So now when I retell stories of their older years, they can share in the memories with their inputs and recollections.

My daughter is an excellent storyteller. She writes amazing stories for us to read. Somewhere in the future, she will have to retell my stories to me. I hope she’ll enjoy doing it as much as I do. I also hope my boys will have fond memories of being in love with their mom. I’m having a great time with it; I hope they are too. Their song for me now is “Beautiful Drug” by Zac Brown Band. They have no idea what it means except that there are the words “beautiful” and “can’t get enough”. They also like to say, “I love you more than my heart, Mommy. To infinity” (Yes, another One Direction Song-“Infinity”). To be loved like that is a wonderful feeling. It levitates me to a new level of happiness.

Our time together is so much fun.  I love watching them sleep and talk.  I'm not very fond of them yelling things out unnecessarily.  But I love to hear them sing their hearts out.  My daughter is in ballet but is not much of a dancer.  When she gets into a beat, she lets it go and it's hilarious to watch her.  Definitely not my genes.  I can move.  Believe it.  Don't think about asking me to prove it either...Just take my words for it.

This is how they play.  One is a shooter, the other's a victim.  Nice boys, right?  They take turns and they love it.

This is how my daughter and I enjoy our time together.  We had some real conversations.

This is the epitome of relaxation.

He kisses me all the time.  Who could ask for more?  Life is sweet.

My 6 y.o. took this picture.  He thought I was his model.  He must have taken hundreds of pictures of me.  This is the only one that made the cut.  Beautiful day at the pool.

Last day of vacation.  The boys wanted to remember the ocean view.  They remind me of old men...