A Great Mountain Getaway

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.

Great in the I get to stay up until 2:00 working on my art and not feel bad because

there are lots of other people on baby duty sense.

We are relaxed and renewed.

We are thankful.