Today was a simple day, not too much was planned or happened, but I was able to hear the best sound ever. After taking care of business emails in the morning and getting Ava off to school, I put on my work out clothes and headed to the YMCA, as I am committed to making this the year I get back in shape. I stopped by my office for a little more work of marketing and photo editing.
By midday, I was horizontal in my bed. Since Sean is playing music out late at night now, and I join him most of the time, I try to catch a quick powernap when I can.
Baylie and Kyleigh my two teenagers are doing their schooling at home through public cyber school. This enables us to see them through the days instead of what we used to do… ship them off on busses for ten hours a day. Sure it has its challenges and hurdles, but it works for us and we are so happy to have it as an option. Ava is in her last year at Tybee Island Maritime Academy. Which is a public charter school with a maritime focus, just a few blocks away. She is able to skateboard to school and she has the most amazing teacher, Tammy Smith. We are so thankful that this has been available to her for the past two years. As she enters 6th grade next year, she will return to cyberschool at home with the other two. Having a schedule of our own became a priority for us when we reinvented life three years ago.
Ava came bouncing in after school today and jumped right into her homework. Kyleigh and Baylie were still finishing up their day when one by one they all ended up in bed with me, including the dog, Tasha. They were begging me to make homemade chicken alfredo, knowing full well that is definitely not on my get fit eating plan. Then they got the giggles, and it continued through the night. There is just no sound that can compare to that of happy children.
I caved on the dinner request, and boy was it good! (I’ll be paying for it on the treadmill tomorrow) But the best part of dinner, was the girls started reminiscing our family camping trips through the years. The trips that we made a priority twice a year for nearly twenty years. The ones that took days to pack for. The ones that we got drenched from torrential downpours, which was most of them. The ones that took even more days to unpack. The ones that I would be exhausted after returning home as we had mountains of wet laundry and tents to dry out. Yeah…those camping trips. The ones where we made hundreds of memories with our family. The ones we had made together year after year. They recalled the hidden playgrounds, hikes to the waterfalls, Sean putting up the rain tarps (every. single. time. ), learning to ride bikes, spagetti dinners, stories about their cousins and grandparents, the games they would invent, the campfires and the grumpy park ranger with the big mole on his face, finding quarters to dry our wet blankets in the bath house…on and on the laughter and giggles continued through the night.
My favorite sound in the world.