As a child my family used to vacation in Marco Island every summer. Every single summer guys. You didn’t even have to ask where we would be come August. It had been a while since I had visited and on a random Wednesday D and I decided to escape. Watching the boys play in the sand for the first time this summer refueled my tired soul. We’re aching to take a week long vacation but our busy schedules lately have left little room for spontaneous escapes. Aren’t those the best? Just taking off. I feel that when you plan a vacation too much you forget to enjoy yourself because there’s so much you want to do. Sometimes all it takes is looking at each other and quickly packing a weekend bag for the kiddos and a full tank of gas.
We stayed at the Hilton Marco Island Beach Resort and Spa and loved how close to the ocean we were. Right on the beach. Watching the sunset that afternoon felt like revisiting my childhood years of collecting shells by the seashore with my great grandmother and great aunt. I hope I’ll get the boys into something like that of their own.
Sam came along, or better said, we dragged him along, so that he would help us in and out of the ocean with the kiddos. He doesn’t realize it, but it definitely earns him big brownie points for being such a cool uncle. Next time we visit I’ll be sure to have more of the family along with me just like the good ‘ol days.