All in all, it was a very good trip. We got to get away from the city for more than a night. Avery got to experience new surroundings and, though there were some hiccups, she fared well overall. We are all a little sunkissed now and full of stories about rooftop baby baths, random men picking up tables full of women, really good eateries and the clear, cool Gulf of Mexico. We may not have slept in past 10:00 a.m. every day, but when you really get down to it, we’re not in college anymore, are we?
And children get up early, even if they don’t want to splash in the surf.
For some reason I view this trip the same way I viewed putting a newborn Avery on a red plaid blanket and seeing her eyes fill with wonder at the sight of this new, bold thing. Just as I learned how miraculous plaid could be then, I learned that it takes a little bit of time to get used to vast, powerful entities like the sea.
Baby steps, right?
We took our first, at least vacation-wise, this past week. And after being unvacationed for so long, it felt like everything was new again, a veritable bold, red blanket that had caught our eye and made us say a collective “Wow” as we settled into our beach chairs and listened to the waves crash together.