Here is my secret shame: I didn't always appreciate vacations. I know that it seems odd and counter-intuitive, but there was a time in my life when vacations and time off wasn't a priority to me. It started early on when I had perfect attendance throughout elementary school. Seriously. I didn't miss a day of school for 6 straight years. When I was in college, my "vacation" was the time when I could work full time instead of working a ton of hours AND going to school. It was a break because I only had to worry about the 9 to 5 for a few months. I was addicted to work and hated missing time.
Luckily I've since been cured of that particular illness.
And this week was something I had been looking forward to all year. I got an entire week with my wife and my girls. That is like concentrated awesome. Grace and Ana all day long is a big deal when I often don't get to see them outside of the two hours before bedtime each night and the weekends. A vacation means I'm there in the mornings (when they are at their cutest) in a real pile on the big bed. I got to watch them eat Cheerios and banana for breakfast and chicken and cantaloupe for lunch. I got to roll on the floor with them which is normally an activity that only happens on the weekends.
Vacation also meant expanding on our normal activities and experiences.
We spent time at the pool and had lots of fun splashing.
Erin and I went kayaking because we had her parents to watch the girls.
We played a lot of Farkle (something my father-in-law got way into).