6/52 – Quiet
We escaped the cruel Canadian winter to lounge in the sun for a week in Cuba.
Only four of us went. We had to make a tough call and decided that Cuba wasn’t in the cards for Bubaloo this time around. This resulted in a holiday that was a bit quieter than we would have liked.
It’s hard to linger on what could have been when you’re exploring the gorgeous beaches of Cayo Coco, or chasing a toddler around the kiddie pool. You linger fleetingly on his absence and wonder what he’s up to at home. You wonder how many ice cream cones he would have consumed by lunch or how many times he would have tried to try out the non-virgin pina coladas.
Then you’re back in the present moment watching your littlest daughter cover herself in white sand or run around with a swim ring around her middle. You’re watching the sea salt and sunscreen pull up the curls in her hair. You’re watching the sun pull out the brown of her South Asian skin. You’re watching her splash in the ocean as the tide goes out.
You’re absorbed in a good book. You’re enjoying your wife’s companionship. You’re not cooking dinner.
You’re savoring the fact that your vacation is indeed quiet.