Today I'm blogging on Boomer Babes Rock, so hop on over and check it out. I'm talking about the joys and sorrows of an empty-nest vacation. Yes, we have come to that phase in life where our "boys" take their own vacations and report back (via cell phone) just how great it is. There's joy and sorrow mixed together: we're not paying for it, but we're missing all the fun!
Life is bittersweet. When they're growing up, you wish they would hurry up and grow up. When they're gone, you wish they were back. So what we're left with are precious memories of vacations we took every year of their lives: trips to Acadia National Park, Yosemite, Disney World, the California Coast, Virginia Beach and Colonial Williamsburg, and my favorite--Bar Harbor. There are Creative Memory albums filled with precious photos and when I need a vacation, I pore over the pictures and re-live the God-given moments that come only once in a lifetime.
The empty-nest vacation is one of the best vacations I've been given--knowing that we left memories with our "boys" to travel the journey of life and hopefully carry on the tradtion with their families.