|I mean, really...|
These children have barely left the pool long enough to do things like eat and sleep and it brings the kind of saturating joy to my heart that only sunshine and warm weather can provide. My brother and his family left this morning and I felt quite sad about that part coming to an end. We never get enough time together it seems, and the past four days have been more relaxing and fun than I could have asked for. These cousins who see each other only once or twice a year played together like long lost best friends, and their parents sat and laughed and talked without having to break up hardly a single tussle. My favorite was listening to the Nub and his delightful hockey hair sporting cousin (who is 5 months his senior and a whole head taller) plan out their following day after the lights were shut off in their room, "first we'll have some Magically Delicious (Lucky Charms) and then we'll go swimming and then watch some toons". 4 year old boys are my favorite, hands down.
After they left to catch their flight back home, we did nothing with a side of nothing and later visited a Steak and Shake so packed with senior citz I looked around for a tour bus of sorts. But then I remembered, oh this is Florida, and then the whole moth to the flame analogy clicked in and we made small talk with some of the cute older couples waiting in line with us and I found myself wondering if Paul and I would flock to a place like this when we got old and crusty too. Sometimes I already think we're pretty old and crusty, at least Paul is, he turns 37 in a few months after all. Crusty is a pretty gross descriptive but sometimes I think it's pretty weird and off-putting how the body starts to actually break down on itself, you know what I mean? I imagine it almost feels like a betrayal of sorts. Ah the frailties of the human experience...and that sort of a thing.
We did a snippet of Universal on Sunday, long enough for me and my Harry Potter loving sister-in-law to get a wand at Ollivander's and sip a tasty slurp of butterbeer (tastes like cream soda). I was a nice mom and shared with my kids too, they don't know how lucky they are, ungrateful muggles.
Tomorrow we are off to Disney World and I can hardly wait. The nice thing about having a connection to all of these sorts of things is that the pressure is off, you didn't have to drop a small fortune to buy this experience for your children which in effect means you can sit back a little and enjoy the ride(s); the sense of urgency and the rush rush rush is practically non-existent. I don't even know what's going on back home and that makes me pretty happy. For our first family vacation in the history of ever, I think we're doing it up right.