It turns out I seriously overpacked, at least as far as clothing for me and my two youngest (the others packed themselves so I cannot claim culpability). Though we had been to this particular beach twice before, it seems I had forgotten that the only options for activity were: 1) go to the beach or 2) go to the pool, thus rendering the number of necessary clothing items to a very few. We did go out to eat once, but other than that, it was pretty much a no makeup kind of week. My favorite kind.
We were there with my husband’s family: his dad and stepmom, his brother and his wife and kids, and his three stepsisters and their families. Twenty four, all total, in two houses. It was great for the kids, as there was always someone willing to go to the beach or to the pool or play cards or rock out on Guitar Hero.
I took a break from Mr. Adams and read The Host, devouring it in a day and a half. The last several pages I read while at the pool, my husband and kids having left me there alone without me even realizing it! Picture this: me alone by the pool, completely and totally engrossed in this novel, tears in my eyes. No doubt the other pool patrons thought me strange indeed!
Yeah, it’s a weird story of aliens inhabiting humans, but it is good. I couldn’t read anything else for a day or so after finishing it! I have to thank Jennifer of Snapshot and 5 Minutes for Mom for her review and recommendation; otherwise it is a book I would have not picked on my own and I would have missed a thoroughly enjoyable and engrossing read!
By Thursday of our trip, I was ready to be home. I missed checking email, but mostly I missed home. Going is fun, but I always, always love to come home. I am a true
hermit homebody. I’ve described to you my joy in coming home and how it never fails to remind me of my hope in my Home to come–this time was no different. There is no place like home!