Family, family, family. There are other types of vacations, but these summer vacations are strictly about family for us. We saw every single cousin and cousin's child and aunt and uncle on my dad's side, as well as my dad, siblings and my grandmother and her fiance. We saw my mother and HER mother and one of her brothers and his wife and kids and grandkids. We saw Mike's parents, and all his brothers and wives and kids. I think it's fair to say that quality time was spent.
We slept in the relative luxury of our new pop-up camper, and in the upgraded digs of a sick rented house which Mike's brother and family generously shared
We saw the stars and the sun and the clouds (maybe clouds were a bit overrepresented in the Maine portion, but it's what it is).
HR went crazy nuts bonding with people he rarely gets to see and claiming the tide pools as his own and successfully weaning himself off his potty and onto the grown up toilet for good.
We sat by many a fire, and waged a turf battle with wildlife (don't ask).
We ate and drank in a manner befitting royalty.
We bathed our kid in a bucket and showered ourselves in the open air (and a righteous steam shower).
We spent a LOT of time in the car, with a miraculous total of zero incidents of carsickness to be reported.
There was this
And this
And all this
And I don't think it's even possible to ask for more. I'm sad it's all behind us, but that's OK. It's good to be back to home and schedule and what-not. I realize that if I were independently wealthy, I for sure would have to have a hobby or volunteer work because the day drinking alone (something I unabashedly enjoy on these excursions) would kill me in a month. Besides, it really helps you appreciate your time off when there's such a thing as time on.
It's been a hell of a summer for us, and that's the long and the short of it. And ain't we lucky?
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