This year, though, was easier for me. I had just the average amount of Scrooge-like sentiment about the day; the grief-related vitriol was kept at by by the passage of time, more contentment with my life as it is overall, and the fact that the kids and I spent the weekend at the beach with my mom. The weather was glorious, the kids were well behaved and delightful (for the most part), my mom and I got a lot of good time together, and I even got to run on the beach! It was a welcome break.
Things started off a bit ominously when we got in our room and my mom and I realized in the same instant that it was the room where John and I spent our "honeymooon." After our wedding, we went over to the beach for a few days with my entire extended family and some friends; we took a vacation for just the two of us later, but wanted to get away immediately after the wedding to enjoy time with people who had done so much for us during the planning and who had traveled far to be there for us on our day. To be back in that exact room, on an emotionally charged weekend, could have been hard but at this point just felt . . . fine. Nothing. Maybe even a little comforting, oddly.
After the kids went to bed, my mom and I were leafing through the room's guest book. Most of it was the usual drivel: love this place, love the room, love the beach, we had fun, we ate good food, we relaxed blah blah blah thanks. Then we hit upon the funniest guest book entry of all time:
Warning: staying at this hotel greatly exposes you to excessive amounts of love making and wild times. Those with weak hearts, don't read on!Ha ha ha! TMI! Why would anyone write that in a guestbook?! I'm glad they did, though, because it was hilarious.
My boo [beau?] and I stayed the night here and absolutely had a good time. We walked on the beach, smoked some pot, almost got swallowed be mighty powerful Pacific in all it's beautiful splendor. Watched the waves endlessly crashing to shore and sat in wonderment. We ended the night with some more pot and lots of sweet love making. Breakfast in the morning and were off to the races, this woman is amazing and she blows my mind literally.
The rest of our weekend was standard guest book fare: we relaxed, we ate, we played on the beach, we had good weather, it was great and all that jazz. Now I have to go deal with the aftermath of a weekend away: laundry! Nothing in the fridge for lunches! Chores to do! Totally worth it though, totally worth it.