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.)