I think about a year ago at this time I was apologizing for my lack of posting. There's something about this time of year, the blend of summer into fall, that kicks me in the mom jeans and reminds me that I take on too much. And then I laugh and shrug it off and take on more because I thrive on having just a little more on my plate than I can handle. I come up for air every few weeks or so and tell Hubby Hawks that I just want to be a stay-at-home mom and he responds, "No you don't," and I say, "You're right, I don't," and dig back in.
It's that time again. Let's call it my annual apology. But the truth is, in the past several weeks life has caught up with me.
But two weeks ago, I took a chance to catch up with my life. In other words, we enjoyed a whole week of vacation. An unplugged vacation at that. No laptop (except one night of finance homework! Dear God, I'm taking finance!), no phone calls, no e-mail or blogging (though I admit I allowed myself a once-a-day glance at Twitter and Facebook, okay, there, are you happy?).
We went to one of my favorite places in the world - the family beach house that five generations of my mom's family have now enjoyed. And what exactly did we do? Allow me to explain...
We took turns flying airplanes...
We learned about people rescuing injured sea turtles...
We ran... we ran a lot...
Until we fell down every once in a while and posed...
And then got back up again and kept running...
And jumped. We jumped up and down and over waves and laughed as we jumped...
And we focused on what really matters.
Apology accepted?
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