After

We went, and it was glorious. Sure, there was yelling, we are human after all. But there was also swimming, and splashing, and sitting in deck chairs reading books, and fireworks and sand castling and exploring.

And, quite honestly, any vacation that includes the phrase "...we are go for liftoff" in real time, is a bona fide success in my book.

But now, we're home. Dave is traveling for work this whole week, I have a cold and it's going to snow again. Then again, the days are getting longer, the crocuses are starting to sprout and next week, it's March.

I think I may have survived, afterall.