The other day I was scrolling through Instagram and noticed a familiar pattern of pictures. Why was everyone sitting on a sunny beach with a refreshing cocktail in hand? Then it hit. It was Spring Break, of course! I continued scrolling, jealous of the sunshine and carefree days that so many were experiencing. At one point I thought to myself, I want to go back to those days.
My mind started to wander back to my high school and college days. We lived for Spring Break back then. Every year it was the same old thing - a week long trip to the gulf to enjoy good friends and good times. Some of my favorite memories are from those trips. Memories of friends whom I've lost touch with over the years, friends who are no longer her with us, and friends who I stay close with to this day. Memories of beach parties, run down beach homes, and sneaking into the bars at night. Memories that continue to bring a smile to my face, and memories that will last a lifetime.
We sure had fun when we were younger. It's obvious why I immediately thought to myself that I wanted to go back and relive those times. As I thought about it a little longer, however, I realized that as much fun as I had during that time in my life, I actually wouldn't want to go back to that time in my life.
Sure, it was fun while it lasted, but there is so much more that I appreciate about this time in my life. I love going home in the evenings to my husband, our dogs, and the home that we worked so hard to call our own. Day drinking on the beach and partying all night was fun years ago, but now my favorite part of the day is crawling into bed between my husband and the dogs and talking about our days and what the future holds for us. Instead of planning a week long party at the beach, we are planning to start a family of our own one day.