home again, home again, jiggity jig!
Journaling on vacation to me is updating my Facebook status via my Blackberry, when I remember, and if I have reception. I don’t win on consistency here. So, the fact that I’d been to Topsail Island several times years prior, and that I was a slug in the sun the first couple of days, I didn’t do too much, and most of what I did, I’d done before on previous trips… and lots are things I must look to fb to recall. I can relay I had a blast and relaxing came easily. That my perspective was made anew, even rejuvenated in the hopes to make it through another over-scheduled year. The end of the vacation, as we spent a couple days at Lake Anna, was what has stayed fresh in my mind as it was my last bought of freedom before reality hit. My favorite memory is hanging on to either one of the boys on back of the jet-ski with my little feet, in dire need of new nail polish, turning into suction cups before my eyes as we zipped through the lake, wind in our hair, water splashing at our faces, and giggling. Lots and lots of giggling. Actually, the most entertaining for me was when Elliot realized during my turn to drive that I was crazier behind the wheel than him; a practical impossibility, especially from someone so seemingly placid in comparison to a teenage boy. Then, later to overhear both boys confirm that riding on the jet-ski was the “best ever” with me, even topping Grant’s solo ride, because I giggled so much (and didn’t give them instructions). Be free my little birds… ok, not really so 60’s hippy-ish, but it is vacation and we need to let loose. Along with many others, I have retained such sincere, sweet memories to cherish for many years to come.
Viva la vacation!