Monday, June 13, 2011

33 Days

That is how much time remains until we cast off the shackles of Lancaster and head north for the Cape. I mean, the shackles here are lovely, they really are, but I cannot wait for a week at the beach. Last year's trip was so laid back, so relaxing, so much fun. Upon our return last year, Karin and I were already looking forward to this year's trip; "only 12 months to go," we said. As that interval has grown shorter and shorter, we have grown more and more excited. It's only in the last couple of days, though, that we've actually begun preparations. It's got me excited enough that I couldn't even wait for a round number of days (1 month, 4 weeks, etc.) before to post. 33 days remain, and I will be counting each one. Of course, it's bound to be the longest 33 days of the year, but isn't that always the way?

Normally, before any long trip with Ben, I would have my reservations, my worries that all would not proceed as planned, and I suppose that those reservations are present. But after last year's unbelievably smooth trip, I am optimistic. Of course, not everything went perfectly last year: Ben got his first black eye (on my watch; it didn't seem to bother him much, though), and, if I remember correctly, the drive up was fairly miserable, Ben screaming a significant percentage of the way. The drive up is one aspect of this year's trip that we haven't quite nailed down yet. We have made the drive from Lancaster to New England and back three times since Ben was born. Every time we have begun the journey at approximately Ben's bedtime, planning for him to sleep most of the way. Of the six legs we have driven, only two have worked out anything like planned. Every other time has been a threat to our sanity. Also, I work until midnight now, so there will be no leaving at 7 pm unless we wait till Saturday night. Sacrifice an entire day of getaway? No way. So the drive will probably begin Saturday morning. The way I see it , I get home from work around 12:45, pack everything into the car, wake Karin, place Ben, still sleeping, into his car seat, and head north. I have yet to fully evaluate the rationality of this scheme.

I am so excited not only because we are repeating a vacation that ranked as one of the best I have ever taken, and as almost certainly the best week of last year, but because this year there promises to be even more to enjoy. Ben had a blast last year, but he wasn't even talking yet. A year older, he'll be that much more able to enjoy the beach and the adventure. And he'll be able to tell us about it. The trip this year will bring together family from five states. Both my siblings will be in attendance (an always dangerous, but always awesome occasion), as will (presumably) both my step-siblings, at least for part of the week. That's even more for Ben to love, as Auntie April and Uncle Casey are two of his very favorite people in all the world (this is a tangent, but a worthy one–if Ben picks up a toy telephone and you ask him who he is calling, the answer is almost always Auntie April, if not, it's Uncle Casey). Also new this year, a trip to Nantucket. We'll take the ferry over one morning (Ben's first boat ride), and spend the day. My grandparents live on the Island, as do an aunt and uncle and some cousins (and maybe some more family members; I'm not good at keeping track of this stuff).

So there's all of that, and much much more, but I'm only going to bore you if I continue. Thank you for allowing this outlet for my enthusiasm. And, if you care about such things, there are many more photos (82 more, in fact) where that one above came from: Vacation 2010 on Flickr.

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