It meant a lot to me, this week's vacation in Provincetown with my family, and I hoped it would feel like a real vacation for each of us. I hoped it would go well.
Turned out to be one of best times ever. JB, my daughter Jess, sil Mike, their four kids ages 1 through 7, and a fantastic mother-in-law named Pat--nine of us in all--fit perfectly into our little house by the sea and together and apart we each had enough of everything good.
It's a beautiful place--Provincetown. We are located one block from the beach and we walked that block so easily every day. Some days we went to the little beach, some to the wacky Provincetown Inn pool, other times visiting Auntie Heather's family in her nearby motel pool.
The kids looked for hermit crabs and shells and sea glass and in the company of at least one adult, waded and swam over their heads.
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We had the most perfect weather.
There was posing in front of murals depicting ptown's early years.
And mid mornings swims and again after afternoon naps.
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We filled the kiddie shark pool on our deck.
And sprawled out in the sand.
Floated on crocodiles.
I cannot describe my deep joy knowing my daughter is happy and loved and so blessed with a wonderful husband and these great precious children.
We collected shells
And drew pictures
We caught some minnows and caught some light
We giggled over lobster rolls and fried clams and fries and chicken tenders
and….hahahaha…I'll let this photo speak for itself.
It might have been my best vacation ever. It was all I hoped for.
Thank you, universe. Thank you so much.