Life is rough...
This year girl's weekend was combined with my Bachelorette party. A big group of girl's get together every year to take a small break from the day-to-day stuff and enjoy the sun, good company, and yummy cocktails! I look forward to this weekend EVERY year. But this year was a little different. It would be my first time leaving the boys overnight (3 nights actually) and I wasn't sure how I was going to do. Well actually that's a lie. I knew how I was going to do. I was going to miss them like crazy and before I even got to the river I was looking forward to getting home to them on Sunday. But I knew I would have no problem leaving them. Not one tear was shed when leaving them. The boys were with Mark and I couldn't have been anymore comfortable. I knew me taking a break would make me that much better when I came home.
Off to the weekend we go... Left Thursday day in my mom's RV. Came home Sunday in the RV. :)
DUH! Everything else in between is TOP secret and if I told you I wouldn't be invited back. I will say this though... I'm very grateful to have people in my life like Kathy and Korina who opened their home and weekend to me and made it about me instead of the normal weekend. Korina made fun shirts for everyone and someone I had never met in my life baked me a cake (I won't say what kind of cake). Like who does that? An extremely unselfish person that's for sure. Thanks Holli! So glad I got to meet you. My mom who let a whole bunch of people stay in her RV and drive us out there. Not to mention she knows how to have a good time. My sister hooked everyone up with nice little goody bags. They were cute. A seven hour river float allowed me to learn things about people I didn't know and hear some very interesting and even touching life stories. You can learn a lot about someone by listening to them tell a story about themselves. I enjoyed listening and laughing with a bunch of fun and entertaining women.
My weekend was fun, but as I floated away from the sandbar I watched a group of young 20 something year old females dancing on a boat with a bunch of 20 something year old guys and I remembered how that used to be me. I looked at them in their two pieces and EXTRA care free and looked at myself in my tankini thinking I should probably drink a water cause I don't want to be hungover and giggled inside. I loved that part of my life...But I love this part more...
Until next year girl's weekend...we shall meet again...
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