Ugh, the Monday after a vacation is the worst day, isn’t it? I laid in bed for a beat longer this morning, wishing I was back at the beach with my family.
On Thursday, Cory, Jack and I flew down to Pensacola, Florida to spend the holiday weekend with my family and close family friends (who might as well just be family, you know?) It was so good to be with this group for a few days just laughing and hanging out.
My family has a tradition of spending this holiday together, as well as a peculiar tradition of wearing matching outfits.
— Please check out my brother’s Tipsy Elves fanny pack —
(I don’t know why we all dress the same, but I know it’s something we’ve been doing since we were born.)
Everyone’s travel schedules had us trickling in at different times, but the whole group (all 12 of us) was together by lunchtime on Friday. I’ll admit, it was quite the treat to have 10 people who were chomping at the bit to have their time with Jack. Both Cory and I soaked up the opportunity to play “pass the baby” and enjoy some down time!
On Friday and Saturday mornings, my mom was basically camped outside our bedroom door waiting for Jack to wake up, and she would cuddle him for an hour or so while Cory and I took walks on the beach. It sounds so simple, but that alone time with Cory was easily one of my favorite parts of the trip.
Thankfully, the weather in Pensacola was perfect on the Fourth. I spent some time down at the beach with Whitney and Lindsay while Cory, my brother and my brother’s girlfriend went jet skiing, and copious amounts of adult beverages were consumed. I have to thank Wes from Tipsy Elves for sending us these fanny packs – they were perfect, and my brother never took his off.
My brother, Brian, is one of my favorite people in the whole world – he’s the funniest person I know. He’s the life of the party and absolutely ridiculous. I love, love, love spending time with him.
I don’t know if it’s because it was Jack’s first vacation with this group, but I left Pensacola with an extremely full heart. I’ll continue to blame it on the hormones for as long as I can, but having a kid has made me so GD sentimental. I think I finally understand all those moments when I was growing up and I’d look at my mom and say “MoOoOm, are you crying?! STOP CRYING.”
So, until Jack can roll his eyes and I can embarrass him with my tears, I’ll just continue to happy cry over all the firsts and special moments of this weekend and not feel bad about it. Not one bit.