We're all feeling better. boys are back to school today and Mommy is back to work. My husband likes to say that every Mom is a working Mom. I love him. I'm counting down the minutes until we leave for our 6th Anniversary weekend away. No surprise that we're going to Palm Springs. My love for the desert is neverending. I would whisk away to that paradise any day of the week. I picture myself there in the future, growing gracefully older, sipping more expensive cocktails, poolside, view of the jacintos, oversized sunglasses, low playing jazz, trina turk tunic, fancy sandals... my Elliot relaxing next to me with a newspaper and a jigger. I could go on and on.
This trip, we are lucky enough to have scored a great deal at the Parker. Words cannot describe the feel of the Parker. It's a place where once you arrive, you forget about everything else and you never want to leave. Hanging lounges from looming trees, fire pits with stuffed pillows and staff at beckon call, 4 pools, lanais, top-notch dimly lit dining, fluffy organic linens, molton brown toiletries, house made infused vodkas, bikes to cruise, petanque, croquet, tennis... all houses in the most gorgeous of Palm Springs architecture and California's first Holiday Inn. Rooms are normally 350+ a night- we are staying for 99 dollars, yes- 99.
It's small outings like this, that make us better parents. After a weekend of hiking, swimming, eating in fancy joints, driving all over to check out architecture, photographing, sipping, sleeping... we come back revived, refreshed, and so ready to take on the world and appreciate each and every moment with our kiddos on the planet. It's trips like these that give us a spark and make us remember who WE are-
meanwhile, my children will be in the hands of people who love them more than life itself... their grandparents. Nash and Tate will have a steady supply of affection, hair tousling, tickling, ice cream, backyardigans, digging in our yard, dog wrestling, and more love....
looking forward to posting some amazing desert pics upon my return.