Wednesday, June 15, 2011

As Good As It Gets

Sorry for the black out, people.  I was on vacation.  

You see, my mother likes to save up for two years, and then rent out a different house in this little community in Virginia Beach for a week.  It's becoming a tradition.

This year?  19 of us, in a house that holds 22.  Right on the sand - with two pools, two hottubs, and a tiki bar.  My immediate family, my sister's in-laws, some aunts and uncles.  Oh yeah - and one incredibly brave girlfriend.

Could've been a recipe for disaster.  But honestly, I came away with only one question.

What is bliss?

Is it a pimped out summer house?

A big whiskey on the patio

Endless photo opportunities


Realizing what a polite young lady she's becoming

Or what a little gentleman he's always been

Or that he very well could be President some day...

Maybe bliss means realizing that I am the biggest kid of all?

Or remembering how much I miss thunderstorms

Or what it's like to get up early and take pictures of a sunrise

Or dance the hula while drinking out of a plastic pineapple

Or spend quality time with the two people who made me who I am today

Or cherish the minutes with the one who makes me want to be a better man tomorrow

Shit - that's a lot of ponderous answers to one simple question.  

What does it mean to you guys?  I would love to hear your thoughts.

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