It is coming.

Couple of weeks away now.

Vacation, ah, even the sound of it sounds good.  One week off, 5 days sandwiched between two weekends.  Enough time for my adrenaline level to return to normal, for my shoulder muscles to loosen. 

We will all be together, the four of us, daughter and son, we will be going back to a place where we had so many vacations in the past.  Cape Cod. 

I often tell people that their children need a week on Cape Cod more than they will ever need a week in Orlando.  Some have come back and told me that I was absolutely right.  But those are the types who do not need the flash and dash , they are  the ones who need the quiet and the sea air and the sound of the waves on the beach, the gentle breeze and the blue, blue sky.  I am among that group.  I so much want to again see a sunset across Cape Cod Bay.  That alone makes the world seem right, and in this world today something needs to be put right.

Our family dynamic when we were younger was that my wife would take the children with her parents to Cape Cod for 2 weeks, and I would join them for the second week.  When my father in law died, we shifted over to one week that we would all share.

The ponds were so clear, the bay and the sand flats so pretty, especially at sunset.  Flying kites over Nantucket sound.  The little shops and villages, the ice cream .  The memories are pulling me.  That our children in their early 20s want to spend a week on Cape Cod with us speaks volumes as to the quality of those past trips and to their memories.

  We haven't been there is a couple of years, I hope it won't disappoint.  Now if I can stop dreaming for the next two weeks.