According to 5-year-old Tripp, last week's little jaunt to Colorado was, in fact, the best vacation ever.
He proclaimed this from a mountain top.
After bouncing up and down on a bungee trampoline at Peak 8.
The best vacation ever, huh.
Compared to what?
You see, this poor guy has spent half his life on the after side of death. Gosh that sounds awful, doesn't it? But, anyone who has ever suffered the loss of a child knows time is divided in two parts: before and after. And these parts are not equal. Not at all.
The last great vacation took place in June 2011. And it was just that: great.
But little man was only 2 years old.
So we started planning this vacation a couple of months ago. There was no intention of making it the best vacation ever. That was an added bonus, I guess. We simply wanted the boys to know that mountains exist. Seriously.
And so, we headed to our old familiar Summit County, knowing full-well the trip would pretty much plan itself.
There was swimming.
A little hiking.
Sliding and jumping.
As well as general lounging around, shopping, playing air hockey, and introducing the boys to the classic film The Sandlot.
And Isaac, of course, asking, "Why do those boys say so many mean words?"
Stay innocent, Isaac. And don't you ever call your brother crapface (or any other name you picked up while watching that DVD not once, not twice, but three times in three days).
So, was it the best vacation ever?
There was more good than bad.
And that's something.