Some mornings you just have to refresh yourself and thank God for the friends and memories you have.
This morning, I'm sitting in my little 2-bedroom Villa at Hilton Head Island. My girlfriends and I made our annual trip to the beach this year to stay at one of the two Disney beach resorts. (One is in Hilton Head, and the other one is in Vero Beach, FL.)
Each resort is smaller than any Disney counterpart, and they are a little difficult to book. Luckily, we were able to finally snag a room in February (our traditional Christmas room hasn't been available for the past two years).
To say this trip has been memorable would be an understatement. We have have laughed, we have cried, we have eaten (so, so much), and we have had our libations. It's been a good four days.
I couldn't do life without these two girls. They make me stay up late, they make me laugh. They make fun of me. They give counsel. When I'm cranky because I have to stay up past 8pm or I sleep in past 8am, they just poke the bear and carry one.
Sometimes, you have to just get away to strip back all the layers of your regular, every day life. Get real with the people that know you best. Play "Talk to Me" or "20 Questions" to answer questions no one should know the answers to.
This weekend, we've yelled at each other (sorry about the dog movie); cried tears to each other; and shared all the food and alcohol good friends should share. We (well, they) danced in the kitchen well past Midnight teaching each other how to Wop and how to sing this song 👇
Life is so much better with these two. Maybe more to come later. Right now, packing needs to be done, coffee needs to be sipped, and the last sunrise needs to be documented.
I love you girls more than life itself. Thank you for yelling at me, laughing together, and making me crawl out of my bubble (okay, maybe you dragged me out of it a bit). It was a great birthday weekend! Happy birthday Michelle!
Hit play below. I woke up to this song this morning, and it was the inspiration for this post.
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