Case in point: For Christmas they gave us a week vacation in Myrtle Beach. I haven't worked in over a year since Lilaboo was born and money is always strapped, so the idea of a vacation never crossed my mind.
But we packed up the car and headed north.
To backtrack, I came down with the flu a week before we left. I was still dealing with the end of it the entire time. Oh, and Myrtle Beach in February isn't exactly warm.
Let's call it brisk.
I wasn't trying to let it stand in the way of a good time, though. It was Lily's first real time at the beach and I wanted to enjoy the change of scenary.
Sometimes the little family together reminds you how incredibly lucky you are. Everything else just ends up being "eh, we'll figure it out." This is the important stuff.
We only stayed four days. We had one warm day, and by that I mean 52 glorious degrees. I also got there with the flu and left with a painful sinus infection, but it was worth it.
Could being a size 4 be as amazing as this?
Doubt it.
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