This particular trip home seemed extra special. Maybe it's because it was our last vacation with just Silas, or maybe it's that toddler age he's in where everything is fascinating and exciting. We spent a ton of time down by the water on Chris' parents' dock-- paddle-boarding, boating, swimming and we even got him tubing. And he loved every minute of it (except for that first minute every time the life jacket went on!). Before becoming a mom, it never occurred to me that I'd get so much enjoyment just from watching my kids have fun.
Chris and I snuck off for a lunch date in downtown Annapolis, where I filled my tummy with cream of crab soup, and we wandered around our favorite streets. We peeked into the Naval Academy Chapel, where we exchanged vows a little over five years ago, and held hands as we reminisced about our dating days-- days I'm thankful we experienced, but I'm awfully glad for the place we are now in life.
The night of the Fourth was pretty magical, as I held a warm toddler body on my lap and he watched in awe as the fireworks popped overhead. We had a boat full of family, bellies full of crabs, and I was happy. I think it's a toss-up between my favorite moments-- either listening to Si whisper the color of each firework as it glittered in the sky, or holding him while he slept on the boat ride home and the summer wind whipped in my face.
We're home now, after a way-too long drive from Maryland to Boston yesterday. I've got a stuffed car to unpack this morning, and I'm pretty excited to start organizing baby girl clothes from the surprise baby shower my mom organized for me this week. While Chris and I get back into the swing of things here, I have a feeling Si will be talking about the boats and fireworks all week.