It all started with Mr. Green.
Of course no one knows what this means except our family. Inside jokes are like that. And families with inside jokes are my kind of families.
The five of us have traveled together many times in our lives. We have been blessed with travel. Blessed by God to see a lot of His big, beautiful world.
Traveling is one of our favorite things to do. And traveling together has always been special. Mark, my husband, and I have traveled alone, with friends, with friends and their kids and with family. We like traveling in our big groups and we also like traveling alone.
Let’s face it-traveling anywhere with anyone you love is truly wonderful.
This year, we had to postpone our “family” summer trip due to Cameron, my youngest, finishing up her semester of grad school. After all, school comes first.
We tossed around a lot of options and ended up choosing a beach house an hour south of Galveston. We have been to Galveston many times in our married life. In fact, it was the first beach Mark and I experienced together. We always vacationed in Port Aransas when the kids were younger and we have also been blessed to fly and cruise to beaches, as well.
We have stayed in hotels and rented condos. We have never rented a beach house and I am so happy this was our final choice.
One word. Perfection.
The beach house was perfect. The view was perfect. The décor was perfect. The beach, while not Caribbean-it was a Texas beach-still perfect. Perfection.
All the things I listed above added to our enjoyment and made for a perfect beach vacation.
But truthfully, what was perfect, was all five of us, all together, under one roof, all alone, with nothing to do but be together and enjoy each other and our surroundings. Perfect.
At times it felt to me like we were back on Hali Brooke, raising our kids and loving each other. There was less sibling fighting though – so perfect.
Danni was Danni. Alex was Alex and Cameron, being the baby of our family, was totally Cameron. Perfect.
My world. My people. My family. My future. Perfect.
Sometimes it is hard for me to believe I am as old as I am. I can’t believe I have been married to the same man for 29 years. I can’t believe I have three children. Grown children. Grown children with their own lives. I think we like to hold on to our youth for as long as possible in spite of everything because we are supposed to still be twenty-something.
My three kids, my husband and our life together are my whole life. My everything. My perfection.
No matter how imperfect it actually is.
We had rain. We had mosquitoes. I cooked too much. My pups weren’t there with us. It wasn’t clear water.
But still perfection. Imperfect perfection.
I know my twenty-somethings will have their own lives and spouses and children (one can hope, right?) one day but having them, together, under one roof, on that beach, in that house, was like heaven to me as a mom and that was perfect!
I hope we have more vacations like this but if we don’t, I am truly blessed by our Lord to have this memory.
Love and blessings~dd