When Austin and I first started dating, I took a sort of Laura Ingalls Wilder approach and told him not to tell me he loved me unless he knew I was the last one he’d say it to. One year later we spent a week on this beach (sorry Laura) and he said it for the first time. We got married nine months later and I’ve been dreaming about coming back here ever since.
As it turns out, it is the perfect place to pause during residency and let the kids run wild. Every day we went to the beach in the morning and evening, and slept all afternoon. It was all really very lovely, and possibly what it’s like to be a Kardashian.
As we were leaving folks were flooding our quiet town for the holiday weekend and I just want to kiss them all on the mouth and yell HAVE A GREAT TIME!! like some sort of insane Glenn Close character. We love Maine, and after another trip there, our vacation skewed image of its coast remains the same; blue sky, fresh air, crystal clear water, glittery sand.
Traveling with kids is just parenting in a different location, but this trip was pretty perfect. I can think of no better place to take a long, deep breath.