Back to the grind

Vacation's over. Why is that always so hard to say? There just wasn't enough time. I'd wanted to drive down to see Carrie (it would've been an additional six hours each way), and I wanted to walk on the beach a couple more days.

Paul and I shared the condo with my parents and grandmother, and it was nice to spend some time with them. This is the second October our family has vacationed in Destin. Does that make it a tradition yet? I want it to be. It's something to look forward to.

Saturday morning, we realized we didn't have a picture of all of us together. So we crowded around the camera as Paul held it at arm's length. Cute, huh?

Of course I didn't want to come home, but I missed my girls. It's been good to see them and hug them. (I'm sure they've enjoyed begging treats off of us again, too.)

Hurm. I guess I'd better eat breakfast and get ready for work. It's cold and rainy, and I'm not looking forward to contending with traffic. At least I've got several hundred sunny beach photos to keep me company. :)