Family 17/21

The Mess That Is Me

I like going out. Really, I do. I enjoy taking the girls to a new restaurant or out for a night of dancing while listening to one of our...

“Lyla said that Santa wasn’t real.” Sarah froze, a sudden panic of sadness settling in. Dylan was only seven-years old, a first grader....

“What time are you eating Thanksgiving dinner?” I shrugged. “Four or four-thirty. Why?” “Okay, good. I think we can make it. Her family...

The Sensation found home at about five that morning, but we didn’t know it until six when all three of the girls’ alarms went off calling...

Wednesday was our Sea Day, which meant twenty-four hours on the ship with no land in sight. It was going to be like Sunday, just twice as...

As we walked the streets of Paradise Island, I noticed the bridge that I had seen earlier from the rear of the ship. It seemed that...

We went to sleep at sea with the gentle rocking of the ship and we woke up in Nassau. I’m used to going through a couple of states in a...

Thanksgiving. It’s a time that forces everyone to stop and do what they should have been doing all year; give thanks. It is proof that we...

Normally, I can sleep through anything: kids screaming, rock concert, the girls asking me to take out the trash. However, if I’m sleeping...

The four of us stood on the small balcony of our stateroom, leaning over the rail, watching the ocean ripple past us as the...