What I Love: Vacation

Seriously. My chest hurts when I look at this picture.

I know…I just got back form the Cape, right?  Actually it’s been almost two months.  This summer has flown by and has involved very mundane stretches of laundry, yard work, and chicken adventures, punctuated by some seriously great mini-getaways.  This, of course, makes it look like all I ever do is go on vacation, (and one rude wife of a friend actually made a snide comment to me about that).  I know that it’s ridiculous for me to explain this up front, but the previously mentioned rude person has made me feel the need to say that the one (and I mean ONE) great perk of my job is vacation time, and I take grateful advantage of that whenever I can.

I was able to get two weeks off in a row this summer, which meant a perfectly coordinated trip to the Lakehouse in Maine with Luke and some friends, followed by a couple of days at home, and then a trip back to Maine to visit the beaches of the southern coast with my mom, sister, and the boys.

Molly got to go to the Lakehouse with us again, which she seems to love.  This year, especially, with all of the ducks to chase away, she was in and out of the water all day, which meant that every night she looked like this:

We kayaked and swam, went for boat rides and relaxed.  Luke fished, I read a bunch of books, a great time was had by all.  There was even an impromptu kayak-balancing contest one day which started like this:

And ended like this:

After five slow, relaxing days at the Lakehouse, we headed homeward and I headed northward all over again.  This time to Wells where my mom had rented a house for the week.  My only hope for the week was that we could go back to Old Orchard Beach.  We went there two years ago and for some reason that I can’t remember, I didn’t wear my swimsuit and I have regretted that ever since.  I loved the beach and the carnival-like area around the beach, and despite the ninety million people taking up every square inch of the sand that day, it was totally worth the return trip.

And speaking of two years ago, will you look at this, please?  Cameon and Alex, Perkins Cove, 2009.

Now here are Cameron and Alex, Perkins Cove, 2011. THEY NEED TO STOP GROWING!

OK, back to the beach.  There was much wave-jumping and body-surfing, and a little Dairy Queen thrown in just for fun.  Who could ask for more.  Old Orchard Beach, I still love you.

We also went to Kennebunk Beach just before sunset, a family favorite.

And on my last day there, we found the most beautiful Maine Beach I have ever been to: Moody Beach.

Gorgeous, no?  The first photo in this post is from the same day at Moody Beach.  I haven’t seen a beach this beautiful since we were in St. Martin.  It was not only breathtaking, it was also huge, empty, and had perfect waves for boogie boarding.

I drove home that day with a pain in my heart, wishing we had found Moody Beach earlier so I could go there one more time before leaving to go back to laundry and work and schedules and routine.  {sob!}

So, in conclusion, vacation: I love you.  I miss you.  I can’t wait to see you again.

 

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