Last week P and I took a mini vacation to Port Aransas, Texas. My parents rented a condo for the week and invited us down for a few days. The week started with illness. This winter, our house has been plagued with viruses. We ruled out the flu, strep, RSV, and anything else going around at school and decided to hit the road despite feeling a little under the weather. I keep asking myself, what's the worst thing that can happen? There wasn't an answer worth staying home for. So, at the last minute we packed the car and headed south to hang out with grandpa and grandma while cc held down the business.
The gulf coast is pretty this time of year, but it is still winter in Texas. I tried my best to wear my sun hat to encourage the sun to warm things up a bit, but the wind was just too cold. I 'm happy I brought a warmer cap.
We spent most of our time digging around in the sand and hunting for sea shells. We discovered that P does not like sand anywhere on his body. Most of the time he squatted down to dig instead of sit and when he did sit, he put his left hand on my mom's shoe to keep from putting it in the sand. When we take him to the beach this summer he might be in for quite a shock!
Port Aransas was a sleepy little town. Bright with beachy colors and crab shacks, most of the residents appeared to be snow birds; Retirees that head south for the winter. It made for a quiet and peaceful visit which is exactly what we needed.
I intentionally tried to stay present. It was so quiet that it wasn't hard to do. Despite the wind and the chill, it was refreshing and gave me a boost of energy and some inspiration as well. I'm grateful to my parents for asking us to spend some time with them.