What Benjamin Franklin Didn't Know

When I was Philadelphia, in the Benjamin Franklin Museum (major snoozer), I saw a big quote on the wall that said, "Speak little; do much", from Poor Richard's Almanack. My first thought was--obviously he has never been on a girls trip.

Poor Richard, indeed.

It has been over a week since I returned from the rock-awesomest girls trip ever and I still have a grin on my face. In the last few, harried weeks of Pittsburgh, as everyone was preparing to move, we made a desperate pact to meet up somewhere for a girls trip so it wouldn't be so sad to say goodbye. And six months later, after about 273 emails, some backing out and jumping back in, to the joy of all involved, it came to fruition, in sunny Orlando.


Nine girls, all moms, four pregnant, three nursing, two photographers, and a double batch of German Pancakes. It was heaven.

{Libby, Amy, Me, Gina, Jana, Debi, Elise, Rachel, and Melanie}

There isn't a lot to outline as far as an itinerary went. We chose Orlando so we could sit outside at the pool all day and talk. We talked and talked and talked and laughed our butts off (that's just figuratively, as you can tell from the pictures, mine is bigger than ever). We had late nights, late mornings, and anytime we tried to go somewhere, even if it was just to the pool, we were slowed down by gabbing. We were making up for six months of lost time and lost conversations. And since I don't know how to really tie it in, I will just come out and say it- we also had a craft night- making flowers and hair bows. No joke. We did.

It was so wonderful to see so many of my friends again. They are truly so much fun to be around and I can't wait to see all of them again. I also wish, for just one day, we could of had our kids with us, so that the kids could see each other and I could see how all of them are growing and forgetting all about me (sigh). But I knew my kids were at home, enjoying some time with daddy. Cody was great about taking the kids and all the responsibilities that went with them. The first night I was back home, as we were settling into bed, Cody said something pretty profound.

"You know, motherhood. . . everyday is like Groundhogs Day."

I think he was referring to the movie, and not the actual holiday, because then that really wouldn't make sense.

It was just what I needed. It was the best girls trip . . . ever . . . well, at least until the next one.

{We went to a couple outlet stores. Here I am, trying on some subtle accessories.}

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All photos courtesy of Photos by Melanie. You can see more of her Orlando pictures here.