Every single year we talk about going back. I mean going back to Paradise. Every. Single. Year. This might be the closest we'll ever come. We found some flights over Spring Break and I called my parents - Deb is sleeping but my Dad verifies "book it! book it! We'd love to have them!" Yes, he does the fun stuff so I/we better wait until the morning the check with Mama!
I really don't know if we'll really do it.
But, it's fun trying!
Loving every minute of being a mommy of three, a teacher of 24, and a wife of one.
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