11 days from today we will be leaving on our annual family vacation to Destin FL.
My brother and I particularly live the other 51 weeks of the year looking forward to this vacation.
The phrase "family vacation" can evoke feelings of dread and panic for many families.
Somehow we've figured out a way to co-exist for 7 days spending time together but also giving each other needed space.
I can't really explain it because it's not something we planned.
It just happens.
My mother, the matriarch of our clan and funder of our family vacation, asks each year whether or not we "really want to go."
My brother and I almost have panic attacks at the possibility of not going to Destin.
We have decided that she really doesn't get how much this trip means to us.
Let me get corny for a minute, please.
My brother and I are 11 years apart.
By the time he was really old enough to be an active family member, I had graduated high school and our parents had divorced.
There was a lot of time that we didn't get to spend together.
I think in some way we are making up for lost time.
Now, I know you can't make up for lost time in one annual weeklong family vacation.
But, I think it's something we unconciously have been doing for some time now.
As I prepare to begin the process of letting go of my oldest during her senior year next year, my brother is preparing begin his family. My brother and his wife Amanda will welcome their first child into their family November of 2010.
The timing is perfect.