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Forgive the brevity of today's post. (Hal and I got home late last night after a whirlwind trip to the
Westin Diplomat Resort & Spa for a romantic weekend thanks to the lovely people at Westin and
Babble's powers that be.)
Yesterday I was on a beach. Actually, I was in the ocean; the Atlantic specifically, floating around on my back marveling at the lack of waves. The last time I had myself a good old-fashioned sea-float was in Greece a hundred thousand lifetimes ago. (Our beaches are far too wild-waved for floating.) It was heaven. Even if Hal repeatedly crashed my zen-party-moment by body-slamming me mid-namaste. (I slammed him back. Oh yes.)
That's what this weekend was like, a 48 hour zen bodyslam slightly-buzzed lovefest.
I had a borderline spiritual experience on a golf course that happened to be completely empty while we played, and I don't remember (ever!) feeling physically quieter. I totally get golf now by the way. It's the holy sport of meditation and mindfulness and wouldn't you know it? For a first timer? I somehow managed to knock my balls line drive down the center. And all it took was some amateur jedi mind control action. BAM.
Anyway. The whole weekend was an incredible (and very much needed ) time of R&R and I feel so incredibly lucky to have been offered this experience. Grateful that my parents (and sister!) were able to come up to LA and take care of ALL forty of our kids while we frolicked in the Floridian sands. (And especially grateful to Babble and The Westin Diplomat for treating us like a royal pair.)
Also, my dad for taking these ridiculously delicious pictures of Fable while we were gone.
More on our weekend romp at
a later time on a different blog. (I'll be writing a grip of posts about our trip over on
Gone Childssss over the next few week(s), starting with an elated "still buzzing"
post I published earlier today.)
And I am, indeed, still buzzing. Soberly. But buzzing nonetheless.
GGC
