Back to Reality

Oh, first day after vacation. You’re a brutal sort. And you’re a Monday. So you’re doubly awful.

Vacation was wonderful. Completely, truly, amazingly wonderful. The kind of week we needed.

Here at home there are schedules and errands and worries. I felt more at peace there than I have in a long time, and I’m really trying to maintain that frame of mind even while I’m at home and in the midst of what often feels mundane.

The week there was full of spending time together as a family, taking pictures, reading Gone Girl, watching Despicable Me on repeat, eating delicious foods, drinking wine, and resting, all set to the sounds of the ocean in the background.

It was pretty perfect.

Watching Joshua’s face light up when the water rolled over his feet will be forever in my heart. That moment is a reminder of how far he’s come in the last year.

And Emma. Oh, my fearless girl. She didn’t let something as silly as the ocean stop her. As one wave knocked her down, she bounced up to face the next one. I hope she never loses that tenacity.

Of course there are photos, 7 narrowed down from 700 or so. What can I say? I’m an overshooter. I wanted to have pictures of it all. I wanted the physical reminder for the day when the picture in my head starts to fade. When it starts to get a little blurry around the edges.

Until then, though, there are these.