We just got back last night from our annual spring break trip to Destin. We ventured a bit further past Destin this year and stayed on Santa Rosa Beach. The house we stayed in was hardly a "beach house". It was more like a beach McMansion. I prefer smaller homes, but I did spend quite a bit of time trying to figure out how to get the Dacor stove into the back of my Volvo without anyone noticing.
The boys spent time off-shore fishing, and the girls shopped until our debit cards wore out. On my third trip back to the outlet stores Travis asked me if shopping was my idea of a vacation. Silly boy.
Now it's back to our normal routine. 4:30 am is going to come around awfully fast. I will probably go to bed by 8:00. Vacations always leave me feeling like I need, well a vacation.