Just this morning, I was scrolling through my phone’s photo library when I was struck by a particularly alarming trend: sunrise pictures. Of my children. ON VACATION.
So. Many. Sunrise. Pics.
Hi, my name is Catherine. And I mother children who do not sleep. Sleepless children who also happen to live and breathe the timeless adage, “Go hard or go home.”
And they. went. hard. Per usual.
Flying off docks like crazy people.
Kayaking. Skiing. Tubing.
In the rare moments we were not in the water, we were doing other very crucial things. Crucial things like paying visits to the neighbors’ pigs. As you can clearly see, I do it all for the kids.
So, we swam. We whispered sweet nothings into the ears of giant swine. We painted. We read.
As we were packing up to leave, Mary Grace said, through tears, “I just don’t like the feeling I get when I have to leave a place I really love.”
I nodded. Agreed with her. And we ended up staying an extra day.
Because, the way I see it- if you’re gonna go hard and wake up for seven sunrises, you might as well go even harder and stay for one more.
