Despite the flights from hell, the seven days in between were blissful. The four of us don't get a lot of opportunity to take time out and just be together, that's why holidays like these are so precious. You're away from all the stresses and distractions of home and our family also seems to be its best and happiest at the beach.
We had a great apartment across the road from a gorgeous beach in a sleepy little village, the surf beach was protected by a scenic headland. There was miles of squeaky white sand, just the right amount of waves and lots of shallows for the girls to splash happily in for hours. Each morning, the sun shone gloriously and we played and splashed and wore ourselves out. Lunch and a rest followed and then more play in the afternoon. Shells were collected, sandcastles made and running races held. I barely took my camera anywhere and hardly have any photos, I decided to keep them all in my mind this time.
The photos above were taken late one afternoon when we drove to a nearby inlet. The girls decided it was the perfect spot to dance, so dance and they did.
Most evenings, we ate out. Our little gourmets adore eating at restaurants and complained the one night we decided to cook at home. More often than not, they fell asleep on the way home tuckered out from a day of sunshine and beach.
|The land of milk & honey... my favourite pizza from my favourite pizza joint.|
We only varied our routine a couple of days when we went to visit the rainforest at Mount Warning and when we went to Dreamworld.
The week was perfect and I have so many memories to treasure. It's these moment when we're all together as a family, no work or house selling or stress, that make it all worthwhile. The girls' giggles, Skip's smiles are all locked away in the vault of my memory.
Next holiday, we'll have a new little family member, which is exciting, but is also why this week was so precious.
Skip is interstate for a week, the girls are shattered after having their dad 24/7, so let's hope the week flies by.