What better way is there to honor all the lives that were lost while fighting valiantly for our country than to go visit all the great historical monuments, only miniaturized and made of millions of Legos? I love Legos. Too bad they didn't have Legoland when I was growing up.
Well, after a satisfying vacation in sunny San Diego with some close families, we are back at home. The only thing better than hanging out until the wee hours of the night with good friends, beer and dried squid, is seeing your children have the time of their lives and build lasting friendships themselves. It was bittersweet as we rolled out of the driveway of the hotel. Even Abby complained that our 3 days away from home was ending way too soon. When asked how much longer she thought we should stay, she answered, "10 more minutes." It's funny how children's sense of time is all out of whack. She's always telling me stories about things that happened a long time ago, except in her mind, they happened "yesterday."
I know someday I will look back with fondness on this time that we spent with friends. And although this stage of childhood is one of the toughest on us as parents, it's one of the most blissful for our children, because they have very few cares or concerns in the world. In fact, at this stage, it doesn't take more than a cardboard box to keep a child happy. I think that's what I will cherish most about my children's childhood. There's nothing sweeter than the simple pleasures that are sought and enjoyed by a child (including a land made of Legos).
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