My sister took the photo of John and me on my phone. It's one of my favs.
1. The Travel: Right before my dad drove us to the airport last Thursday, he said, "I looked at your flight schedule. It's awful. You have two layovers and you travel all day."
I grinned, patted him sympathetically on the back, and shook my head in disagreement. He must have forgotten that drinking hot coffee, eating fast food, and sleeping every second I was seated in an airplane seat was vastly easier than running after my six kids.
But I bet he remembered real quick.
The kids stayed with him.
Inaugural vacation cup. And the choir of angels in heaven sang "Alleluia!"
2. The Room: This is what it looked like.
Every day someone came and cleaned it and made my bed. Someone left me a comfy robe and crisp white slippers to shuffle around in. When I opened my door, I could hear the Gulf of Mexico.
And at the touch of a button, I could order hot coffee and someone would bring it to me. I had to keep reminding myself I had not died and gone to heaven.
(Side note: John and I have been wondering what exactly Patrick digested from the Birds and the Bees talk John gave him. When my mom showed Patrick the picture of our bedroom, he said, "Isn't that funny? Well, they are married so it's perfectly OK." I guess he got the memo, John.)
3. The Food: All you can eat, whatever you want to eat, whenever you want to eat it. I spent the first 24 hours texting my family photos of everything I put in my mouth. I didn't have to cook a single bit of it and all of it was delicious.
Omelette stations and waffle bars=heaven on earth
4. The Downtime: I laid on the beach. John played volleyball. We talked. We laughed. We indulged in exotic drinks. (I don't usually drink, but I broke my rule on this trip.)
John does not--in anyway--draw attention to himself and in daily life, we both are working so hard, we sometimes forget why we like each other.
I remembered on this trip.
John is funny (not in an in your face kind of way but in a subtle, pay attention kind of way), he's thoughtful, and he's very generous.
I'd be lost without him.
I don't know if I've ever said this before, but John is a terrific athlete. He ran track and cross country at BC and he's fast.
My sister introduced me to a drink called the Miami Vice. I may have had one...or five.
This was before my spa pedicure. Clearly.
5. The Family: It was terrific to see John's family and to be able to have full conversations without little kid interruptions. We don't get to see all the Duggans as much as we'd like, so this trip was a real treat. All seven of John's siblings possess the goodness I experience in John. His parents and all the brothers and sisters are good people.
Grandma and Grandpa Duggan
John and Aunt Amy
Aunt Patrice and Uncle Scot (not married to each other, mind you)
Cousins Victor and Joe...sweetest boys you'll ever meet
6. Ted and Sarah: My sister and her husband flew to Mexico to meet us. We always have fun when we are together but this trip helped me to remember:
1. Sarah and Ted are hilarious--like quick witted hilarious,
2. they are a lot of fun (I would recount the various text messages we exchanged throughout the weekend but they are not family friendly because...I have no excuse except I was on vacation and I "cut loose"),
3. they remind both me and John to chill out (Sarah may have given me a pep talk one night on the patio that went something like this, "You and John are doing a good job. Don't be too hard on yourself."
4. I think they love our kids almost as much as we do,
5. and Sarah will take one for the team when I ask her.
They're cute, huh?
I read this post on family last night (read it, Sarah!!!) and I thought of my own siblings and how much the author's words resonated with my own experience.
We all decided we cannot let years go by before we plan a trip like this again.
7. The Wedding:
It was beautiful. I'll let the pictures do the talking.
Looking sharp, John. Looking sharp.
The beautiful bride
8. Home: We might have been at the hotel for twelve hours before John and I started talking about how much the kids would have loved the resort, the food, the beach...
We quickly realized we were pathetic saps and tried to change the subject, but then we gave up trying. These kids and this chaos is our life. They give us meaning and purpose.
Thanks to my mom and dad who watched all of them so we could jaunt around the world. I owe you!
John brought me home these slippers that reminded him of the ones we wore in the hotel. "So you wouldn't forget," he said. I may not take them off.
Tonight is trick or treating! One of my favorite evenings because...PHOTO OPS!!! And little kids in pumpkin costumes and...cuteness overload!!! Agh! I can't stand it!
Have a spooktacular day!