In this busy season of PCSing and working up 'til the last minute and tons and tons of moving parts and goodbyes to friends and trying to squeeze in farewells to all of our favorite New York things... I have gotten woefully behind on sharing our adventures.
Finley's excitement at the prospect was contagious (rehearsal dinner shenanigans on the left), and (hilarious photo on the right notwithstanding), Ford decided he loved Jewish weddings.
We all did.
We were beyond lucky to have Jayne join us to help wrangle kids (and celebrate her retirement!) in at the stunning- if owned by a crazy person- waterfront airbnb we stayed at for the long weekend
where the kids grew gills in the pool
and discovered water guns,
we threw this unbelievable pool party with all of our Tampa friends,
and I even got in a morning paddle or two.
Our mini-vacation (the last bit of real relaxing we would get in before the move) really hit the spot. And reminded me how grateful I am to have kids who are terrific travelers. I flew with them alone, since Seth was still in a wheelchair and opted to drive both ways (in the most heroic act of friendship ever.)
This is what they look like in the airport. It's my favorite thing about parenting to date.
Except maybe for this (Finley exploring downtown Tampa with her "nap," looking like the ultimate tourist.)
And these last few photos of the week, of Ford doing what he loves on vacation. Boating with Uncle Mike, and ingesting large quantities of carbs.
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