If there is one thing I have learnt this past week or so, it's that holidays can certainly bring out the brilliant best and the reprehensible worst in a family. My boys and I embarked on an eight day road trip to the beautiful sunshine state. It was every bit as wonderful as I imagined... and at times, every bit as manic. Scott and I both knew there would be moments when we would kick ourselves silly for making the decision to drive and not fly us up. But with all the magnificent memories behind us, we don't regret it for a second.
In some ways I wish I had been able to blog or at least keep a journal each day we were away, as so many funny incidents and noteworthy happenings will run into one another as I reflect. However, the time out from laptops and phones and the long, precious hours spent with family, will never be replaced. So I am glad these days in January 2012, when the sun shone permanently big and bright and blazing, are etched forever in my heart... and judging by the extensive collection of happy snaps captured, forever in my mind.
Eager little souls bounding onto the scorching sands of Maroochydore Beach for the first time... testing the waters, clothes and all. Views of an infinite coast, stretching for miles and miles... just blue ocean, golden earth and powdery sky. Messy morning locks, laughs and cuddles on a balcony, in the warm sun of a new day. Lunch overlooking one of the best surf beaches I've ever been to, glorious Coolum. Father and son sharing a drink and a quiet wave of gentle serenity. Chubby, soft, baby skin and tangled wet hair. Sunscreen and salt crusted faces. Dinners at 5.30 in family friendly eateries. Happy, but tired, little eyes. Living, loving, learning, on holiday road.