So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
Cause I’m leavin on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
~ John Denver
There was a time – back when money flowed freely and was sure to last forever – that our little family traveled quite a bit. There wasn’t a school break that went by without us taking full advantage and heading off for warmer climates. We travelled often and we traveled well.
With a few GLARING exceptions (fodder for another day), Brooke traveled far better than one might expect. We learned early on to write out a schedule for her. Just a simple, hand-written calendar showing when we leave, what days we’ll be away and when we are set to return did wonders to put her mind at ease. We would post it prominently in her room and check it together every morning. Over the course of the trip we would add in each day’s activities to help her see the time elapse. Many were as simple as ‘made sand angels at the beach’.
The money, of course did NOT last forever. As a matter of fact it apparently went on its own (very) extended vacation. And it took with it our ability to traipse around the planet. It’s been a long time – a very long time – since we’ve been on a plane as a family.
This morning – if I can ever manage to finish packing! – we will be heading off to the airport and flying south for six glorious days. So far, the weather at our destination is not cooperating. Not even a little. Despite average temperatures in the mid to high seventies this time of year, it’s been peaking each day in the low (very low) sixties. Not exactly beach weather.
It broke my heart to explain to Katie last night why we may have to nix our vacation tradition of walking the beach pre-sunrise to watch the glory of the dawning day. At forty degrees, it just doesn’t hold the same allure as sixty-five. Bless her heart, she asked if we could bring our jackets. I’ll try to come up with something.
I’m not sure what we’ll do for six days without sun. My attempts to stay upbeat have so far failed miserably, but I’m starting the day with a better attitude. It is what it is and we’ll make the best of it – even if we’re trolling the beach for shells in our ski jackets.
Besides, half the time the weather guys just throw darts at the map, right? They don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. There could always be a warm front that unexpectedly makes its way up from South America, no? No? C’mon, people, help me out. I reeeeeeeeally need to see some damn sun.
So, here I go. I’m packing the bathing suits and hoping for the best.
Wish us luck!