Doug and I joked about needing a vacation to recuperate from our vacation as we pulled into the driveway last Saturday afternoon. As you know, there's never a vacation from cooking and laundry and all the other bustling and juggling moms and dads do when traveling with kids.
That said, we had a wonderful week away at Seacrest Beach, Florida last week. We left on Monday, June 9 (in a rented minivan and the wiggle room was quite nice) and came home last Saturday, the 14.
I especially enjoyed not having to be on a schedule, not having to drive in traffic each day, and not having to wear make-up and do my hair!
This was taken driving up the street to our house.
This was our home for the week.

Seacrest is part of the string of resorts along Hwy. 30A in Florida's panhandle. It's just west of Panama City Beach, and about 30 miles east of Destin.
I've been vacationing at this area for about 10 years, give or take a year here or there where I couldn't make it due to work obligations, etc. Doug and I have been 4 of the 6 summers we've been married.
One evening while I was sitting on the beach watching Doug and the kids dig and play in the sand, I was reflecting about how different my beach trips are now, compared to my trips to the beach with my girlfriends (** Hi, Girls!!!**).
In those days, we'd pack a simple cooler, a towel, a chair, and a book and off we'd go to the beach for the
entire day. Back home, shower, and out to dinner.
These days, we go to the pool during the day for a few hours and save the beach for the evening when it's cooler. We prefer to eat in. We take lots of naps. As I saw my family on that beach I got a little sentimental (
OK, a lot sentimental). Who knew back then I'd be watching my own children play in the same sand and run in the same waves? **sniff**

A very special treat for our family was going to visit my
dear blogging friend Kat, her husband George, and doggie hostess Miss Daisy. They were so very gracious to invite us into their home for drinks before we headed out to dinner.
Within the first five minutes Adam tripped on the brick floor, cut his lip, had ice applied by Kat and covered her glass patio door with tiny little fingerprints. Good thing two-year olds get a break on the whole first impression thing.
We were then treated to golf cart rides for a tour of the neighborhood and then to dinner. George drove Doug and Bayley in Kat and George's more "souped up" cart, which I think could go about 23 mph vs. 12mph for the borrowed one Kat drove with me, Kendra and Adam. Adam was wedged between Kat and me and I told him he had to keep his hands folded on his lap because the kid is so enthralled with "dry-bing" I thought for sure he'd be trying to take the wheel.
We had a wonderful time with them and I am truly blessed to have met such wonderful blogging friends.
Thank you Kat, George and Miss Daisy!
Kat and me
Here's George with two new buddies Adam and Bayley.

We were so blessed to be able to get away for a little while.
In the hustle and bustle of daily life, I don't take time enjoy the simple things enough. We watched birds and sunsets, held hands, ate chocolate chip cookies, sipped Corona, floated in the pool... and Doug and I both finished a
whole book!
Life is good.