Monday, June 13, 2016

Escape to Paradise

My husband and I sat on the beach, watching parent after parent follow their child into the salty sea and out again like clockwork.

I took a long sip of my frozen strawberry daiquiri, hand-crafted by a bikini-clad bartender, and dug my toes into the sand a little deeper. My ears caught the sound every time a child called for his mom to "Come look at this fish! Bring me that shovel! Give me those Cheetos!" Then I settled back into my beach chair and picked up my book when I realized no, I am not Mom this week.

If you follow me on any social media, you know I was in Florida last week {I would apologize for over-gramming, but I believe vacation is the one exception to the rule}. Jonathan and I spent five wonderful days at Sandestin Resort and we packed zero swim diapers. We left our kids in the dust so we could celebrate ten years of wedded bliss. The ocean scent is still on my flip flops, so I thought I'd relive my memories via keyboard while they're still fresh.

The weather on this trip was insane. We arrived Sunday night, just before Tropical Storm Colin. Day One was full of rainy day shopping with the rest of the panhandle vacationers, but on Day Two the rain moved out and the red flags flew. The tide might have beat us up a little, but we weren't missing the action:

The red warning flags stuck around through Wednesday, but Thursday the clouds parted and the gods of the sea looked upon us. The yellow flags urged caution, but the crystal clear glassy waves invited us in. This was the prettiest water I have ever seen lap onto the shores of the Gulf Coast. Jonathan and I spent our remaining mornings and afternoons simply floating. No rings or goggles or hands to hold. It was just us and the ocean. A little slice of blue-green heaven.

Obviously, we also ate food. We ate really, really good food. I won't give you a play-by-play, but let's just say I left no crab leg uneaten. We did take our anniversary night up a notch by having our first experience at Ruth's Chris. This place offered no Florida-themed drinks with 12 kinds of rum, but there were forks aplenty and a wooden box held by a waiter named Jameson who asked us to choose the steak knife to our liking. It was fancy, y'all. Jameson even wished us a happy anniversary via dessert after we drank things called side cars and mojitos:

Escaping to paradise was the perfect way to celebrate ten years of building a life together, but once we crossed Arkansas borders and Nana's driveway, the bouncing hugs that greeted us weren't exactly terrible. After hearing words like Minecraft and blankie and Dad! for the first time in days, reality sunk in. Surprisingly, it wasn't half bad. Escaping is one thing, but coming home can be just as good.

On that note... when can we go again?!

Happy Monday, y'all. May your waves be salty, your drinks be strong, and your lives be good.

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Unknown said...

Happy anniversary! Glad you got away without kids. It's good for kids and parents to miss each other once in a while.

Jessica Bauer said...

Amen, Rhonda!! I think I need to miss my kids more often. ;) Thanks for reading.

Ami said...

No, you weren't mom, you were a hot bathing suit model lol. Go you! It's nice to be able to take a trip with the hubby, enjoy that aspect for a little while.

Jessica Bauer said...

Ha! Bless you, Ami!! 😁 Alone time is a priority for us, and we always take it when we can get it.