A few weeks ago Razor, my husband, took Boo and Licious, our daughters on a week long school trip to New Orleans. Many adults and loads of middle school students. In the Big Easy.
Yes, I stayed home.
Yes, I know how lucky I am.
And, yes, I love him with all my heart.
|I want this chalkboard with this exact scene in my house. And those yellow double doors while you're at it, eh?|
There aren't many pictures of he and the girls doing all the fun things they did while there. Mostly because they are still on his phone. Along with funny videos that I'm sure my girls are happy I'm not sharing with you.
From carriage rides, museum tours, ghost tours, plantation visits, learning of rice mills and sugar cane, time at the aquarium, Zydeco and Cajun food, they had an incredible trip. I've heard dozens and dozens of stories but nothing compares to witnessing the electric current that runs through the three of them when they talk about their travels.
I'm so fortunate to have the husband that I do.