Last weekend, Michael and I packed up the Swagger Wagon and headed to Louisiana–but just to drop the kids off in New Orleans.
We met up with some old college friends for a weekend BTNK (Beach Trip No Kids) in Florida!
(I say vacation because, honestly, trips with kids can be wonderful, but not a single one of them can boast anything but what I call “vacation moments.” To me at least, a real vacation refreshes my soul with quiet time to myself and quality time with my husband.)
Ahhhh…what a treasure of a weekend.
We stayed up late talking. We slept in. I took an hour-and-a-half long nap every day. I read a cheesy book about silly girls in England. We watched the LSU game and ate fajitas. I had a few deliciously long walks on the beach with old friends. We played in the perfect-temperature Gulf waters with only occasional schools of scaredy-cat manta rays to dodge. I stayed out on the beach late with just my husband to watch the sun go down and talk about life.
We didn’t miss the kids as much as we thought we would. 🙂
The thing that I kept telling Michael all during the trip and afterwards was how grateful I was to be so grateful.
The fact that we could even go on the trip scheduling-wise and money-wise was a blessing. The amazing deal on the condo given to us by a family friend was a blessing. Getting to reconnect with three other couples who are so good for us was a blessing. Seeing my husband get to be with his best friends in the world again was a blessing.
I am as blessed as any queen.