It was such a relief to know our girls were well taken care of while we gallivanted up and down the beach. I was also devilishly happy to hear we missed the first dumping of snow.
Since we've been home, the girls have had a chance to acquaint themselves with our rules and routines. It seems the gift of having grandparents stay with them for a week was taken full advantage of by these little con artists. They worked their grandparents over for all they could. Can you blame them?
In addition to the fine white sand and a couple bottles of island rum, I brought a few more things back with me. Immeasurable and intangible, but very real souvenirs from time away from my world: patience, a renewed promise to parent with grace, excitement when I notice Rich's smile, and a piece of paper on which I wrote Thich Naht Han's prescription to "smile, breathe and go slow." I did some deep work on myself, in the quiet distance from the everyday businesses at home. Now comes the work of applying it.