Martha’s Vineyard 2010

Oh sweet island that I adore.  Another year of fun, another set of memories.  I always forget exactly how the Vineyard makes me feel.  It’s a feeling of peace that I can’t explain, a sense of relaxation that I don’t feel anywhere else.  It’s letting the day slowly unfold – unscheduled and at leisure.  We needed this time away – to rejuvenate, to reconnect, and to relax.  Luckily P2 was finally on the upswing by the time we left, and we needed to see him happy again too.

I was so at leisure in fact, that the majority of these pictures were taken with my little point and shoot camera – the Canon S90.  I pulled out the big guy a few times, but I was really enjoying living in the moment.  So, here you go… a slew of hardly edited photos taken from a regular old camera.

I so enjoyed our hours on the beach, watching L.A. soak up every new experience.  Taking a non walking toddler to the beach though?  Not quite as much fun.  That child got sand in places sand should never be, and considering he needs to be carried back to the car – well I’ll let you figure that out.  Thank goodness for the outdoor shower.

Spending lazy afternoons on the deck and eating around the big table outside.

L.A. fell in love.  Sadly (for him), it was with my brother’s girlfriend who  he has now taken to calling “My Wauwa”.  Poor Laura, she was such a good sport as he mugged her day in and day out – not really understanding the concept of her sunburn.  L.A. even dragged her into the parked Jeep with promises of driving her to the park so they could play together.

We spent more time at the beach…

And we celebrated a belated Father’s Day for my dad – affectionately known as Grumpy instead of Grandpa.  Those pants you see were his request – Loud Pants to wear while he caddies for my mom on the golf course.

Later that night we celebrated with raspberry pie.  P2 was a BIG fan.

I snuck off to watch the sunset, alone with my thoughts and met a really great couple from Boston.

and finally, we said good bye (too soon).  Isn’t it always too soon?  I feel like when that ferry pushes out of Vineyard Haven it leaves a tiny piece of me on the island.  Until next year.