We made it back from San Antonio a few days ago. So, my first vacation without Mark, and with all 3 kids went better than expected. Except for long, hyper John-nights in the hotel room. He left with a skinned up knee, busted lip, and a foot bo-bo also. Boys, huh?
The girls loved the virgin daiquiris by the pool and all of the kids loved the S'mores on the fire pits at the hotel.
I'm ready to go back again. Is that wrong?