In the olden days (cough: like 6 years ago), I could share vacation photos on my blog without second guessing myself.
- Does anyone actually care about my vacation?
- Does it make me self-indulgent to share them without some sort of lesson or takeaway for the people who read the post?
- Are there any Oreos left?
Answer key: No, Yes, and Definitely No.
What do Oreos have to do with our vacation? Nothing. And everything.
We had the chance to visit San Diego for a long weekend and it was wonderful. The weather in the Midwest is pretty average for November. Which means terrible in polite Midwestern speak.
So the warmer temps and sunshine were good for the soul. Especially this tiny little soul, running toward the sunset.
The trip was planned to celebrate the wedding of my college roommate, Lynne, to Rob. It was the most beautiful and heartfelt and quirky ceremony ever. I loved it and cried, as I do.
My parents also met us in California – which was a wonderful bonus. They’ve been back in Arizona for about 3 weeks and it’s going to be a long winter without them. But we soaked up lots of family time.
We packed a lot of stuff into the four days we were in town. And while we checked out the San Diego Zoo and the Cabrillo National Monument and the Gaslamp District and a few other areas, my kid really just wanted this.
It was his first time at a legit beach on a legit ocean and I think we can all agree he loved it.
If we were anywhere BUT a beach, he asked to go the beach.
Even if we had just spent $200 at the Zoo. “I wanna go to the beach,” he said.
It’s unfortunate that his parents chose to live in the landlocked state of Illinois. Life is rough, kid.