The only thing better than going on vacation is coming home.
Okay, besides the laundry piles, unpacking, and
slipping into a minor case of back to real life depression.
Still, it's always good to come home.
We have spent the last 5 days in a cabin (read: a nice vacation rental)
in the mountains with my parents.
It was a great get away.
Great in the not-too-long,
not-too-short sense.
Great in the plenty-to-do,
but I-don't-have-to-do-it-if-I-don't-want-to sense.
Great in the don't worry, we're-2-minutes-away-from-Starbucks,
but-feel-like-we're-in-the-middle-of-nature sense.
Great in the lots-of-time-with-my-baby,
yet lots-of-other-people-on-baby-duty sense.
Great in the we don't have the funds to go on a vacation right now,
so we're super thankful we got to go sense.
Great in the I get to hang out with my husband + baby
for a whole ten days in a row sense.
there are lots of other people on baby duty sense.
We are relaxed and renewed.
We are thankful.