"Now I know what they mean," he said, "when authors say, 'The wind whipped his hair across his face.'"
It was a little like something from a book, our little New Year getaway.
There is nothing so peaceful as the feeling that comes over you when you leave the city behind- even just for a day or two.
The river view was idyllic.
Someone was always in the hammock.
The boys and I swam and relaxed, listened to Whim's band play, and happily hit the sack way before midnight.
I saw the fireworks through the zippered window of our tent with two cozy boys snuggled by my sides. Good enough for me.
A new year reminder to find moments of peace for myself amidst the chaos of my always loud, often busy life.