Morgan Kate

My dad has always said that the best part of any vacation is the two or three days leading up to it. I never agreed. In my opinion, the best part of any vacation was the actual vacation itself. This year I think I finally began to understand what my dad meant. And he was kind of right. 

I'll try to explain.

The two or three days leading up to any vacation are filled with excitement and wonder. You are anxious and long for the days ahead. During those two or three days you dream of your vacation will or will not be. What you will do or won't do. And at that point your vacation seems like it will last forever. 

However, the minute your vacation begins all of those feelings change. Your feelings of excitement and wonder are replaced with thoughts of "Please slow down" or "Let's stop and savor every single moment". You start reminding yourself of how many hours and minutes you have left. And it just doesn't seem long enough.

Or at least that's how it was for me this year. 

This year our family vacation flew by. It was over in the blink of an eye. One minute we were packing for the beach and the next minute we were unpacking. Each night before bed I would remind myself of how many full days we had left. Each night I grew more and more sad. And while it may have seemed to end all too quickly it was still an amazing trip. One of the best I have had. 

We woke early each morning. Our days were full. We did all we wanted to do. We spent lots of time with family and lots of time laughing. And each night we tried to keep a decent "bedtime" so that we could do it all over the next day. 

It was a fabulous trip and I have already started counting down the days until next year. 

I plan to spend a lot more time talking about our trip. I want to share stories and memories and lots and lots of photos. But tonight I am exhausted. I had people warn me that packing for myself, Travis and an infant would be tiring. People also warned that a beach vacation with an infant would be tiring. I found those things to be a piece of cake. Unpacking has been a different story. It has completely wiped me out. I am on my fourth load of laundry and I am staring at three bags that still need to be unpacked. Ugh.

However, I will leave you all with a few of my favorite photos. This is only a few. I only have like 300 favorites. Ha.