Throwback Thursday, or #TBT, is a neat photo sharing activity
that’s really popular on Instagram. For personal reasons, I refuse to get an Instagram account, so I
thought this was a neat way to post the very throwback picture that made my day. It was taken at Busch Gardens on our very first trip to Florida (about three months before we were married).
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| THIS was a GREAT vacation! TAKEN: MARCH 1988 |
Let me step back. It's not like I was having bad day. Matter a fact, it felt like the polar opposite. After waking to our first blanket of Frosty The Snowman snow, I was impressed that the morning rays were so bright I didn't need a boost from my happy light.
I chatted with both Peter and JJ about business, then got an email from JC wishing me 'safe travels'. It wasn't until I read the words 'lucky you' that my doubts about heading out resurfaced.
I don’t know if it’s because my health's been under the
weather for so long, or that I just have so much on my plate, but I don’t feel I’m
in the right frame of mind to hop on a plane.
All the other times we’ve
traveled, there’s been that anticipation and chatter but it's different this time. I actually feel so off that I've asked my husband
thrice (in as many days) if we can cancel. 'HELL NO' was all he'd say. So we're going.
I completely understand where he's coming from. I lived at the cottage all summer and other than the odd extra long weekend, he hasn't had a break since Jamaica last February. Honestly? I think my issue is that even though I've been ill and I'm busy, I am coping really well with the time change and I don't want to jinx my ability to cope all season. I almost want to save my chits and hop on a plane when need it most, which obviously isn't in a minute and a half.
Maybe my husband's rrr-rrrr-rrr- correct.
Historically, our best adventures have always happened when we've least expected.
Sooo..... Pass me the suntan lotion Baby.
Mama's heading to the Beach!
