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.