Our little family–all six of us–celebrated the Fourth in Boston (and thereabouts). It was the first non-work-related vacation that my husband and I have taken in six years, and both of us worked assiduously to avoid checking email or concentrating on work-y stuff while we were there–it was exhilarating. It was liberating. It was revelatory. It was so much fun.
Maybe my favorite part was that we actually closed the sale of our home at the exact moment we were touring downtown Boston on a Duck Boat. We’re OUT! Vacation: totally earned. Imagine the scene above, but on an airplane. Twice. We have never flown with all the kids before, and it was a whole mess of work. And while my husband seems mildly scarred by it, I didn’t think it was so awful. I mean, if you fly with kids, you pretty much know that you don’t read magazines anymore–it’s just a different way of traveling. And while I love the idea of flying alone and taking a nap, I thought showing our kids the wonders of travel was pretty awesome.
Picnic stop in the Public Gardens (note to families with small children: this was the BEST meal we had with the kids while in the city–we stopped at a sandwich joint, picked up bagels and mac-n-cheese and salads and water and walked across the street to sit on a bench and PLAY; cheap and enjoyable for everyone!).
After two days in Boston, we headed to join my sister and her family down on Cape Cod. Her husband’s family has spent summers there since they were itty bitties, so we rented a house together and stocked up on groceries and lollygagged for four days. It was amazing. Living so far apart, my sister and I don’t get to see one another very frequently, and with my four kids and her two, we don’t travel the long distance as often as we’d like. There were some cousins who actually hadn’t been introduced, I’m ashamed to say. They’re best friends now, naturally.
We even squeezed in a ferry ride to Martha’s Vineyard, where we rented bikes for the whole family (the littlies are in the pull-behind) and checked out the island. See that giant hat? I wore it ALL OVER, since a nasty bout of sun poisoning recently taught me my lesson (at last).
This shot pretty much sums up how we were all feeling by the end: relaxed and happy and a little punchy and ready to go home but sad to leave. I can’t even express in words how much this vacation meant to all of us, me especially.
Hope you and yours have taken the time to get away this summer–it’s really unparalleled in its ability to re-teach us what matters most. Viva vacation!