Don't get me wrong, I love you guys, I do. I love my house and my job... Love it all. But man I wish we were still at the beach. I'm not gonna lie.
We frolicked and basked and lazed. I read two full books and countless magazines cover-to-cover (big, meaty ones even like VanityFair and Vogue). I walked around barefoot and ate ice cream every day and cruised around on my bike and spent an embarrassing amount of time laying in a chair staring at the ocean.
The girlies were bold and funny and fierce. Audrey tromped confidently out into the sea and body surfed for hours. Millie swam and danced and hunted for shells and just generally charmed everyone she encountered.
It was a perfectly perfect wholly blissful week. Just exactly what we needed. And now I'm clinging to that relaxed vacation afterglow for as long as humanly possible...