We have always needed the date in the diary.
The date when we'll be escaping it all.
Mr J and I intentionally chose holiday destinations 'before children'.
We chose them on the basis we had no clue in our 'after children' existence when life would allow us the same luxury.
And we have been fortunate.
We have so many memories, from the adventurous- white water rafting in the Dominican Republic, Mr J's rope swinging antics in Jamaica, nearly capsizing our boat as we attempted the locks of Fort Augustus in Scotland and climbing Chichen Itza in Mexico in midday humidity (which was probably just stupid) to the more relaxing, our final holiday 'before children' was a cruise on the Nile for my 30th, in August, I was three months pregnant- some decisions weren't great!
We thought we meant short haul.
Our first two holidays with Seren were to Anglesey- one of my favourite places in the world.
Followed by finally taking her on an aeroplane at 14 months old, our honeymoon to Kos.
And then we arrived home.
And a month later, the news- twins.
Holidays have changed more than we envisaged.
It hasn't stopped the enjoyment.
We continue to create the best memories.
But three little people and two grown ups has not the thought of a happy aeroplane journey made.
So the urgency of the children going on an aeroplane grows.
The Red Arrows flying over our house this summer only fueled their urgency to board a plane.
And as Tom and Seb turn 4 in January so the dream grows into a possible reality.
I will never overlook the opportunity to read a good book as part of my break.
But whether it's a fairground, fishing, body boarding, any new experience on holiday is a memory my children fail to forget.
And so, as I collect together a photo album of our favourite holiday snaps... so the dream of becoming a Mark Warner Ambassador grows.
Music Credit: The Boo Radleys "Wake Up Boo"
Disclosure: This post is part of our application to become a Mark Warner Ambassador in 2015.
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