I’ve been reading One Thousand Gifts, and the book combined with vacation has me in a particularly grateful state of being.
We had an incredible week celebrating my mom’s 60th birthday on the Big Island of Hawaii, and soaking up much needed time as a family. It had been many years since I’ve been able to spend so many solid hours with my parents, brother and sister. I also got to know my sister-in-law, Lauren who may be one of the best things to happen in our family. I think all of us left from the trip a little nervous about spending so much time together but I’m not sure why any of us were worried.
Friends warned that a vacation with children is really just a trip, but I am convinced when you’re in Hawaii, and you’re with grandparents, it’s still a vacation. There is something about Hawaii that’s simply magical.
Sure, we didn’t sleep-in…but then again…no one really did. (Hello, three hour time difference!) Once or twice I found myself longing for a five hour stretch of uninterrupted reading like I might get pre-baby, but, with Anna taking two naps a day I still managed to get through Mockingjay and most of A Thousand Gifts. I cannot complain.
Anna is past the eating sand stage, but not yet fast enough on her feet to wreck havoc. (Have I mentioned she’s starting to walk?!?) I think we took her on vacation at a perfect time. My little one and I spent long stretches of time together on shoreline, drizzing wet sand on our legs and chasing the waves. Then we’d jump in the water with Daddy and float, or blow bubbles, or tickle, or throw her high in the air.
There is no greater joy than watching your baby discover the beauty of the ocean. I will put down my book again, and again, and again to watch her delight in all the things I have forgotten to delight in since I was a little girl.
Here’s a secret: we think we know what vacations should look like. But, I am just beginning to discover that vacations with children bring a joy I didn’t have before.