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We are back and we are settled and a week has gone by which has thrown us right back into the routine of our life.  We had horseback riding and piano and sign language.  I worked in the home to prepare for some major renovations happening soon and I worked outside our home at church.  We went to the Living Stations of the Cross Friday night and a Celtic Women concert Saturday night.  There were moments of longing for sunshine and warmth, especially when 6 fresh inches of snow fell. There were longings for lazy mornings, especially when Grace went to volunteer at the kennel.  And there were longings for walks on the beach in search of the perfect shell.  That one, however, we can satisfy here in Connecticut.

The beaches are certainly not as pristine.The water is not as blue.The sand is not as soft.It is easy to fall prey to envy and forget to find the beauty in what our town has to offer.We do have miles of beaches along Long Island Sound and those beaches contain marine life.
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We smile

We always come home with the idea that we will take vacation home with us.  We will cut down on Saturday routines to free up family time.  We will cut down on clutter to make our home as wonderful as a hotel, or as clutter free as a condo with an ocean view. We will communicate more, verbally, not through text, and we will be kinder and gentler and share our love more often.

We carry these ideals home and we work very hard not to let daily life wear us down.  Inevitably it does.  It’s hard to communicate with a husband you see only 2 hours a day.  It’s hard to push down the annoyance you feel when the piles of laundry overwhelm you and you have not been home yet a week.  Or that you have not had time to do a proper shop at the grocery store so you are digging deep into the freezer and using the minimal creative culinary skills you possess to feed your family a nutritious meal.  It’s hard to reconcile the fact that your children who were best of friends on the beach 7 days ago are now b…

Discover Learning

Without a schedule or set plans we were free to discover the beaches according to the tides.  We visited most.  Blind Pass, Bowman’s, Gulfside City Park, and our favorite Lighthouse Beach.  In New England our family hobby is collecting sea glass.  In Florida it is shelling.  In New England we are on the constant lookout for red sea glass and in Florida our eyes strain looking for the rarer shells, like the Alphabet Cone, Horse Conch and of course, the Junonia. 

We discovered more in the warm waters than I anticipated.

Grace discovered she loves photography, especially with her Go Pro camera.  I was amazed at the sharpness and the color quality she captured.  I even like the fish eye lens she uses.  She took it everywhere and has plans to make a video of our vacation to put up on Youtube.

Lilah discovered she really likes keeping journals.  At home she fills journal after journal but we have never had much success with our travel journals.  I plan them, lug the art supplies with me and we…


Road trips are really about discovery, not the quickest detour around traffic ahead, but discovery about who you are and what matters most.  Even at 43, there are things I still discover about myself, like I love Winnie the Pooh!  

I detest Winnie the Pooh cartoons.  My kids never watched them for I found them to be slow, and some of the characters irritating.  In a classic case of the movie is never ever as good as the book, I should not have been surprised that after the first of 10 stories on our audio book, Winnie-the-Pooh: A.A. Milne's Pooh Classics, Volume 1, narrated by Peter Dennis, I was hooked.  

Lilah and I oohed and ahhed over Piglet and Rooh and we wondered when and if Tigger would be introduced (he was not) and we loved the stories of friendship and love and simplicity.  This audio book is just 3 hours but we stretched it out to many more because we listed to each story individually, taking long pauses in between.  It was our only audio book of the drive to Florida.