Final Spring Break

When I was a child we did not have this thing called spring break. We had Easter holiday, but that involved Good Friday and Easter Monday off and a lot of church going. That in no way equaled a vacation. When Carter started school we fully embraced spring break as our best family vacation time. It was easier to schedule Russ off from work for one definitive week in March than to get him to block out a week in the summer when he had so many to chose from.
Today we left on our final spring break as a family while Carter still lives at home. We got to talking all about our trips. Things were so different than those early years. Today she packed for herself and was up and ready to go at six in the morning. She gladly sat in the seat on the plane that was three rows away from ours and I did not have to read her the same book over and over again. But I longed for those early spring break trips.
When we arrived at our hotel at three in afternoon, hungry from the trip without food instead of going to get a hot dog like we would when Carter was young we went to the bar and shared some apps. The sharing of food was also new.
We discussed our favorite trips, trying to remember which were the Disney years and thankful for the non Disney trips. As we sat there Russ saw a little girl about three or four years old, wheel her tiny suitcase into the lobby. He pointed her out to Carter. It reminded us of Carter’s first rolling suitcase with an A, B, C on it.
“That suitcase is still in the attic,” I told Carter. 
“Maybe I can get it out and use it for like one pair of shoes,” she said.
Russ, in his typically cheeky way said, “Or maybe it could hold one bra.”
Lines like that are what make our trips memorable. Time together, away from routine is what is most special.