We just returned from a family vacation with my parents and my brother's family to Palm Desert. Although common sense tells me to share about the warm sun and fun times by the pool, what is on my heart is family.
Don't get me wrong, we did have fun. We swam, played mini-golf, crafted up a storm, and played in the activity center. We soaked up fun like a dried out sponge that has been abandoned in the sun for too long.
Despite moments of ignoring "are we there yet?"
And tears, arguing, or don't take any more pictures of me Lady gestures, it was still about family.
Years from now, when my boys browse through their books (that I have not made), I want one word to echo through the walls of their hearts...family.
When I watched my children play with their cousins and share tender moments of affection with my parents, my heart swelled with emotion. I am so blessed to call them my family.
P.S. Sorry i-phone, but your photo quality kinda sucks (you can tell which ones were i-phone). We're still friends, though.