I love traveling. Trips, vacations, any experience that involves me taking a little sabbatical from my home is a win in my book.

This one is a trip because it involves my boys. But, there is something to be said for traveling with our youngest at age four versus the many, many trips we have taken with babies and toddlers.

Trips with toddlers and babies involve much less sleep, tantrums (of which I witnessed one or two parents survive today), and lots of tears. Usually either myself or my husband ends up having a meltdown (often both of us at alternating moments) and we squeeze in a few lovely family moments that make the trip worth all the hassle.

But this time around it’s different. Dare I say, we are having fun?

There was the poor sleep last night (oldest is allergic to Florida – who knew?). A lifeguard rescue of the middle after he pleaded we let them swim until 8pm. And some misplaced resort arrangements. But outside of that, we are having fun!

No complaints; lots of thank you’s; many mentions of “that was awesome” and my oldest shed tears as we descended into the Star Wars arena.

Dreams do come true.