We have spent the last 2 and a bit weeks in the Spanish hills in a little place outside Altea. 2 weeks of sunshine, swimming pools, sea shores and family.
It has been hectic and I wouldn't have it any other way. Last week my sister Natalie, my brother in law Andrew and niece Yasmin joined us from the UK and the next day my brother Patrick and sister in law Carlotta flew from New York to London to Alicante!
9 sets of shoes at the door of my in laws house, 9 plates at breakfast, lunch and dinner, and 9 sets of booming voices laughing and chatting into the early hours. Well make that 6, we tried to get the kids in bed for 7!
I loved it. I love the noise, the games in the pool, the meals, the stories. It reminds me of family Christmas' where you sometimes had to be the loudest to be heard. In a week Sammy learnt to swim, Yasmin learnt to say Uncle (she's had Auntie down for sometime) and Ollie warmed to his little cousin instead of protecting his toys from her chubby hands!
I loved sitting on the patio, not realising it's gone midnight, knowing the children are all safe asleep upstairs and breathing in that hot humid air that just sets in your memory bank as the smell and taste of Summer holidays. Like the moment you step off the plane and are hit with a wall of heat.
And it was the week I turned 33. And the memories of my 30th came rushing back. I was sent upstairs (just like 3 years ago) and could hear cackling and giggling and a balloon popping as they decorated the house ready for the morning. I had no idea Natalie and Carlotta were still awake at 2am baking cupcakes - now if that isn't love I don't know what is!