Sighing, I agreed to go.
Had I not, here are a few things (it was hard to decide which of the 200 pics to post) we would have missed.
|Sunrise walks along the beach|
|Teenage siblings getting along, smiling at each other even|
|Visiting the National Aviation Museum, home of the Blue Angels|
|Quality, nag-free time with kids|
|Quality, nag-free time with hubby|
|Catching the waves|
|Seeing dozens of real live alligators at Fudpuckers in Destin, Florida|
|Riding the Sea Blaster in the Destin Harbor (my sister Jenn & nephew Josh were with us)|
|Dozens of dolphins|
|Teenage kids playing with younger kids without rolling their eyes|
The vacation was practically perfect in every way.
Except for the part when one of my children threw up all over me (and his or herself) right before we were climbing into the van for the return trip home. And the other part when, on Highway 10 in Louisiana, the lid to our car top carrier came unhinged thereby releasing personal belongings such as sand toys, a sleeping bag, and a pillow onto the road. Angels from heaven in the form of highway clean up crew members driving trucks with blinking lights and wearing bright orange vests were on the scene in seconds and had us on our way in no time. We said a few prayers of thankful relief that no one had been hurt. Our sleeping bag has seen better days, & the pillow had thick steel wires protruding out of it. I threw it away.
Like I said, practically perfect. Absolutely perfect would be boring.