in honor of jackson’s preschool 2 year old program being done, paul and i are leaving for my (belated) birthday vacation.

it is all about us, ya know. you didn’t know that?

well, it is. so, now you know.

you’re welcome.

when your kid finishes school and is out for summer break, the parents go on vacation.

i’m pretty sure this is written in the 10 commandments. in fact, it may be commandment number 6, but it’s been years since i was in catholic school, so don’t quote me.

i plan on sleeping a lot… and waking up to the sweet scent of rum, and the sound of steel drums playing and waves crashing onto the sand.

i plan on reading. books. real ones. and more than just one book. bookS.

and taking a bath in an enormous tub filled with soapy bubbles.

i plan on lounging in a chair, on a bed, in the sand, on a pool deck. and it won’t take us being there for 15 minutes before the freckles pop out across my nose and cheeks, reaching to embrace the sun.

i plan on eating an omelette with massive amounts of gooey cheese oozing across my plate, inching dangerously close to the strawberries, mango, and blood oranges that accompany it.

and of course, mother nature is planning on cursing me with her presence.

because that is the kind of luck i have.