Holiday

Ahhh. Back home after a trip to Florida last week. Evelyn and I went down with my mom and sister and had a good time. It is always good to be home, though I could really see myself living down there permanently. I know we had temperatures in the eighties in Wisconsin while we were gone (which we only reached the high 70′s in Florida) but it is so different. The blooming bougainvillea, green lush palms, and the taste of salt in the humid air tell me it’s not the same.  Every cell in me sighs when I put my feet in the sand.  I would move in a heartbeat if I had the chance.

The hardest part of the trip, besides my excruciating full-body sunburn, was keeping Evelyn alive. That child has no fear.  She ran straight into the ocean despite crashing waves and kept trying to get in there the entire trip. She also almost drown in the pool a few times because she just walked right down the steps into the water.  I am glad I’m a person that keeps calm and collected in emergency situations, even with my own child as I have found this past week. Then there was the eating sand and shells and looking over to her sweet little face and seeing a half rotten hermit crab hanging out of her mouth.

She really did like walking on the beach and picking up shells and chasing birds and seeing kids digging holes and building castles. One night at sunset a nice lady let her hug and snuggle her big golden retriever and I think it probably made her afternoon. It made us miss our own doggy.

So we flew back home.

It was so nice to see Scott and his smile. I missed him so much and I hope the next trip I take is with him. Nodding daffodils and green grass greeted me from my kitchen window in the morning before work (yes, I had to work the day after we got back). I’m still working on laundry and trying to put things away after just being dumped on the counter. My carry-on bag is still sitting in the kitchen, full of diapers, snacks, and camera stuff. I’m shooting for having things back to normal by Wednesday.  Hopefully.