A girls weekend. A mere 2 days out of 365. But that’s all it took for us to have one of the most memorable times of my life, and has me dreaming down the road into the next twenty years. I find myself asking the question: Is it really that hard to pull away from life? And if it not hard, why don’t we do it more often?
I walked into a dream. A beautiful hotel. Just my Little Ladies and I. I cleared my schedule to just be with them. It was our first “girls weekend.” I had never really intended in starting a tradition, but I’m planning out the next 30 as we speak.
I had them all to myself. No boys- Dad and Jake were together doing manly things. And that left me with our three girls. There was no fighting. No arguing. Only laughing and smiles. There was ice cream for breakfast and pool time from sunrise to sunset. A fancy dinner one night and room service for dinner the next. Not a care in the world. Healthy and happy- life couldn’t be more perfect. I wish the weekend could have lasted just a little bit longer. Because, in a blink of an eye, it was over. Just like that.
I can’t wait for this weekend next year. Their ages will always change. The teenage years are on the horizon and then life. Their relationships with each other will grow but I want to strengthen their bond with me so it’s as solid as a rock. One day, our lives might one day be more complicated. But I hope that each year, we can always come back to something we started a long time ago. A girls weekend. Just to reconnect. Talk about the the days when we used to have it good. Talk about the future. Snuggle in bed. Take late night swims. Just be for a bit. Taking us back to when life wasn’t so complicated. I didn’t want the weekend to end.
But my memories will stay. And live forever in my heart. I had the most amazing time with my girls. I know they will grow up to be my best friends.
This post was a sponosred post in partnership with The Gaylord Palms Resort in Kissimmee, Florida. All opinions are my own.