Family Vacation

I haven't posted in a while - life has marched along. My husband and I got the opportunity to take a fabulous vacation to a sunny, gorgeous beach resort, courtesy of my husband's company. We built sandcastles in the tide of the Pacific, lounged on our own personal patio to watch the sunrise, and ate . . . and ate . . . and ate. Our little men were left in the tender care of their grandparents: two sets, working in shifts. We talked to them on the phone each evening, and they made us regaled us with stories of the day and reports of how things were, and were not, moving along as normally scheduled. I missed them desperately: I found myself thinking, "Oh, I wish the boys could see this" or, "Wouldn't we love to bring the boys here?" I knew that everyone was doing wonderfully and having an amazing time, but I couldn't help but wonder if they remembered to check the homework pocket of the binder, or if they remembered to order and extra red sauce with the Crazy Bread. So silly!
On Sunday night, we came trudging in the door, so very tired and glad to be home. The misters were fast asleep, and it took all that I had not to wake them up by scooping them up to me and squeezing them until they squeaked. I settled for kisses on the forehead.
By 7:00 the next morning, I was feeling more like pinching than squeezing -- it doesn't take long, does it? But the time gave us a recharge and a renewal, and we are better for it as a family.