Our Weekend Away
Wednesday September 12, 2018
There’s nothing quite like looking forward to a weekend away. Close enough to drive, but long enough for rest - no frills or fuss. With two babies in tow and summer slowly coming to a close, it seemed the best time to begin traditions so we packed up for a weekend in Pismo Beach and reinstated the one Donna and I had growing up. We spent a few summer weekends in Pismo when we were young, riding those four-wheeled group bikes down the boardwalk, digging for sandcrabs, and standing in line for clam chowder at Splash Cafe. How sweet it was to relive those memories with our husbands and little ladies.
Those of you with kiddos know that traveling with toddlers and babies isn’t always the most relaxing and even more so since our Hawaii trip, our spirited, adventurous girl has been learning the art of choice - no being a preferred answer to naptime when we’re out and about. Plus the four of us were on some sort of rotating sickness, between flu shot reactions, lingering stomach bugs and a skin allergy that I’ve been battling, so perhaps things didn’t go quite as planned. But the things we’ve carried home from this first weekend away together as we sit with our body aches and sniffles are a deeper sense of knowing one another in just being as we are, the gift of witnessing a baby on her first trip, the sweetness of two-year-olds who’ve become obsessed with asking questions (you want a banana? you want some coffee? where are the cows, mama?).
While this trip wasn’t our perfect getaway, it’s made me so appreciative of the people I’ve been given, the ability to pack together in a small space and love one another through discomfort - a reminder of life done well. Maybe it’s in these entanglements of wonderful and difficult moments that we experience the fullness of the way things are meant to be.
to more weekends away,