Our view on the flight home from Cancun.
It feels good to be home. Terrible-two-girl-tantrums and all.
There is nothing like the anticipation leading up to combined with the time spent enjoying vacation to the fullest.
We definitely milked that vacation for all it was worth. After nearly a week of indulging in gourmet meals (sometimes brought directly to our room), one-too-many drinks during and after dinner, and the lazy, I’m-not-going-to-exercise-I’m-on-vacation mentality, lounging by the beach and pool with fruity, boozy drink in hand for six days, my body was ready for a detox when all the fun came to an end. All good things do end sometime.
We’d soon be back to our regular family routines. But first, we had one more day with all the family together to celebrate Father’s Day at the marina where my in-laws keep their boat.
Smiles all around as week took a leisurely ride around the bay before circling back to the dock to gather around the picnic table for a lunch spread fit for a king, three actually, courtesy of my mother-in-law. Owen and Vivian squealed and giggled as they chased each other in the grass, busy bees at work playing while we ate.
They displayed for us all what was spinning around within my heart: joy and gratitude.
How did I get so lucky with these three amazing, loving, kind, smart, funny, fathers in my life? They’ve each given their children so much in life by just being themselves. And I’m so proud of each of them.
Today, I find myself back in my little mothering moments.
Rising early to the sound of my son’s voice at my bedside.
Calming the third tantrum of the day before naptime by the little miss.
Smiling as I gaze out the window above our kitchen sink, washing fruit for lunch.
Piling laundry into the washer, folding the load that just finished.
Blowing bubbles on the deck for over an hour, surprised at how big it seems they've gotten in just a week.
Catching up with friends I’ve been missing, making dates to get together soon because it’s been too long.
Crafting with the kids, snapping pictures of their masterpieces as we go.
Picking up the same toy I picked up a few hours before. Repeat. Repeat.
Pondering what to attempt to make for dinner.
Eagerly awaiting my husband’s arrival home at the end of the day.
These are tiny moments in my day. Each day a little different than the next, but always full of my three favorite people living life within my favorite place to be, always. Home.
Linking up with Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary who has just arrived with her family in their new home in Austin, TX. Welcome home, Heather!
