Realizing fully how annoying this post will be to everyone but me
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I am desperately trying to get caught up around here. Step one in that process has been uploading the nine million photos I took on our little trip to the west coast. Step two (which seems to take hours) is editing, narrowing down, and posting them here for your my viewing pleasure.
The Husband works for a consulting firm which has a family retreat every year. Though I joke with him that it is ofttimes like The Firm, it truly is a great place to work. The family conferences are held in a different city each year, and the amenities are always ridiculously lavish. This year, the San Diego conference was no different.
Internet, feel very sorry for me.
We stayed in a two-bedroom, two-bath suite that quite literally was on the beach. I fell asleep every night to the sound of the waves lapping up on the sand. I sat on a beach chair every day and watched my babies exhaust themselves with sunshine, laughter, and togetherness.
It was heaven.
And for the sake of grandparents and posterity, I leave you with a few photos of our time there. Keep in mind, that I could have taken these same photos every single day, as our life was on a recurring loop of wake up, play at the beach, fall asleep, repeat.
With maybe a few meals and a sea kayak expedition thrown in between for good measure.
It pained my heart more than a little bit to board the plane and return home to my beach-less existence here in Missouri.
It seems totally unfair to get a taste of paradise, only to have to leave it again.
Probably almost as unfair as, say, posting obnoxiously about your beach vacation to the internet?
(Touche, Stie. Touche.)
The Husband works for a consulting firm which has a family retreat every year. Though I joke with him that it is ofttimes like The Firm, it truly is a great place to work. The family conferences are held in a different city each year, and the amenities are always ridiculously lavish. This year, the San Diego conference was no different.
Internet, feel very sorry for me.
We stayed in a two-bedroom, two-bath suite that quite literally was on the beach. I fell asleep every night to the sound of the waves lapping up on the sand. I sat on a beach chair every day and watched my babies exhaust themselves with sunshine, laughter, and togetherness.
It was heaven.
And for the sake of grandparents and posterity, I leave you with a few photos of our time there. Keep in mind, that I could have taken these same photos every single day, as our life was on a recurring loop of wake up, play at the beach, fall asleep, repeat.
With maybe a few meals and a sea kayak expedition thrown in between for good measure.
It pained my heart more than a little bit to board the plane and return home to my beach-less existence here in Missouri.
It seems totally unfair to get a taste of paradise, only to have to leave it again.
Probably almost as unfair as, say, posting obnoxiously about your beach vacation to the internet?
(Touche, Stie. Touche.)
