Oh, friends. Where do I even start with this past week?
After all the house drama of this past
summer 8 months, Doug and I felt so desperate for a break from reality and not the kind that lands you in the hospital. (ba-dum-cha, self-deprecating humor.) Each year we face the decision to go it alone as a family of three, or to join my entire family for a week at a North Carolina beach. I don’t know if we’ll ever decide to do the tiny family thing, but for now we adore our big family vacation where there’s tons of love and no agenda.
Plus, it’s great to have help with the kiddo so we can get our relaxation on as well. Having an aunt and uncle on hand to build a sandcastle gives us time to take a walk or a snooze.
Maybe some families do the putt-putt and ice cream nights and jet skies and schedule, and that’s perfectly fine, but our family has always gone to the beach for the beach. We head out early in the morning after breakfast (usually by 10am) and we’re there until lunch. Lunch, nap, then back out until dinner. We have no itinerary. We have no plans other than what’s for dinner, where we all take turns cooking our favorite meals — since I’m deathly allergic to seafood, we don’t even go out to dinner. This might be boring to someone not raised going to the ocean, but it’s perfection to us and we’re already looking forward to the 2013 family beach trip.
Here’s how this past week went down for us:
p.s. forgive me as I get back into a routine of writing and working and reality. I think I left my brain on the beaches of Carolina or in a mint julep. xoxo.
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