This morning I slid down my walkway to meet the taxi at 4am on the curb. And when I say slid, I mean, I literally ice skated my way to the cul-de-sac curb. Our town is hibernating beneath a sheet of ice that fell last week. We’ve managed to drag out all the Christmas decorations and adorn our home with lights, pine cones and red and white accessories this weekend, but I’ve been secretly looking forward to this sunny escape.
I’ve left my two boys, my sweet baby girl and my super fine, sexy Caribbean husband in icy-cold, frozen Texas, for the warm breeze, Cuban-influenced, palm tree lined Miami coast. I’m here for a photoshoot for work, and I can’t hide that this feels like vacay. A mommy vacation. No kids, no cooking, no laundry, no cleaning, no waking up at 5:30 to jump start my day… Just warm breeze and Florida.
Right now, I’m in a taxi headed to the hotel. I’ve never written an entire post using my mobile phone, but right now, I appreciate this climate, this trip, this haven and had to tell the world (or the 30 or so people who read my blog).