We slept in this morning, as much as we could (initially got up at 6, but went back to sleep till 7:30). Had a nice, leisurely breakfast, then, all of a sudden, the pace picked up and things got a little hairy.
The one thing we had to do was get to San Marcos to see Gracie's dance recital-type thing that ended the week of dance camp at 11:30. Needless to say, we barely made it, and when we did, she didn't want to dance :)
There was grocery shopping and gas filling and van loading and lunch making and road detouring that drove us to the brink of missing it. The girl gets so shy when we're around and watching her on a big stage like that. I don't know what it is.
Anyway, after the camp (and Gracie's meltdown saying good-bye to Nana and Papaw), we hit the road to San Antonio. It was a pleasant drive - no traffic - and we were even able to find another tie for the boys for Michelle's wedding in the process.
When we got to the Hilton Hill Country (came back after last year's success stay for Virginia's wedding), we checked in to our little suite, which really was sweet. Two rooms. One big enough for the boys pack-n-plays separated by two doors to another room, big enough for a king bed and a palette for Gracie. Slumber party time. The joy in the kids when they walked into the room reminded me all too well of our joy as kids when we would go on vacation and have a new room to explore and destroy and call home for a day or two. That was a neat moment.
The swimming pool took up most of our afternoon, followed by a cheap Sonic dinner and some S'mores. Kids are all sleeping now and I'm about to catch a recap of the NBA draft before I shut my eyes. Tomorrow is the day. Wally World. I mean, Sea World.
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