Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Red Hairs A Flyin'

It took a few vacations with kids for Tom and me to realize that vacations would never be the same. Vacations were no longer about relaxing; they were about making memories with your kids, for your kids. But luckily for me, I have sisters (and a mother, father and brother) who come along for the ride, helping me love on these kids of mine, helping make the moments special. And sometimes while a baby sleeps, and the big kids explore the sand dunes, we get a moment to desperately try to take selfies in the wind.

I'm so grateful for my family. And I'm grateful that my sisters maybe had a little too much fun our last night of vacation, and needed me to hop out of my mom's car full of my babies so I could drive my sister's car home.   Riding in the car with your beautiful sister laughing and remembering and laughing some more is good for the soul. Yeah, vacations are about making memories for my kids, but lucky for me, I get to make some pretty sweet memories for me too.


  1. Thank you for not ratting me out completely in this post about the ride. My tummy muscles hurt from laughing so hard on the way home. I love you.