As I sit here at my desk, trying to focus on the task at hand, I must admit, I don’t really want to be here. I want to turn back the hands of time, press replay and live my vacation all over again.
It seems like just yesterday we were counting down the seemingly endless days until our trip to Atlantic Canada. Now, in the blink of any eye, I’ve gone and returned, and am trying to figure out how I could be back here so soon.
I want it to be 4 a.m. again on that warm Sunday morning. I want to pile our sleepy children into the minivan, say goodbye to our home and have the full two weeks ahead of me.
I want to drive across the Confederation Bridge, the longest bridge over ice-covered waters in the world – even if, once again, the sky opens up and we find ourselves trekking along in the pouring rain.
I want to relive Prince Edward Island. I want to drive along the coastline and spend long days on the beach, making sand castles out of red sand and feeling the cool ocean water beneath my feet.
I want to pretend it’s 1908 and spend the day with Anne Shirley at Avonlea Village. I want to travel by horse and wagon on red dirt roads. I want to square dance, play dress up and end the day with a good ol’ farmers’ pig race.
From this day forward, I don’t think my husband and brother should play a round of golf unless it overlooks the ocean and includes a plate of mussels awaiting them after the 18th hole.
I want to smell the salty air aboard Top Notch Charters lobster tours once again. I want to be immersed in Mark’s fishing stories. I want to see the kids excitement as they hold a crab, drive the boat or throw a starfish back into the ocean. I want to taste sweet, succulent lobster as we enjoy the fabulous views on this lovely fishing boat.
I didn’t want this vacation to end.
I didn’t want to come home to laundry piles and unpaid bills.
And I definitely don’t want to be sitting here at my desk today.:(
I think it’s time to start planning next year’s trip. Any suggestions?