We're home. I was sad to leave our little oasis - our little space away from everything. I came to enjoy our laid back pace - of waking to the sounds of J's babbling in the pack-and-play near our bed, seeing A come padding out of her room with her hair askew and lighter in color every day from the sun, enjoying lazy breakfasts of pancakes or eggs, then seeing J get ancy as he protested it taking so long to get our bathing suits on so we could head to the beach.
I came to love our mornings - doused in sunscreen and sand and salty water as the kids ran up and down the beach, and dug big holes in the sand and A collected a little pile of tiny seashells that she proudly toted home every afternoon.
I looked forward to lunches in the condo followed by naps - then an afternoon spent splashing around the pools. The kids adored the 'yellow submarine' which is the prominent feature of the kiddie pool at Litchfield - where the kids could stomp around in 1 foot deep pool water, then climb in and out and around a big submarine, complete with water guns and spray nozzles, guaranteed to completely soak whoever was near. I loved holding a on my lap while D held J - and we floated around the lazy river, waving at all the people nearby.
I enjoyed cooking dinners of fresh shrimp and corn and potatoes or crab cakes from the famous 'crab cake lady' and seeing the kids gobble up every bite - their appetites enlarged by their activities of the day.
I loved snuggling with A in her bed - reading her books about Hermy the Hermit Crab or the Hungry Gator, purchased especially for this trip so she could learn about the low country of our state.
I truly hated to pack up and leave yesterday.
Back to the grind now - work, school, activities - refreshed, yes. Exhausted from all of the fun in the sun, definitely.
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