But, in my case, apparently not.
I know I've mentioned in the past that Man-Child and I are travel buddies. That we have spent just about every Spring Break doing something together - just the two of us. (I could go look for a post as proof - but I just don't have it in me right now, so you'll have to trust me).
The last time MC was home, which I believe was when we were in the midst of moving, he mentioned doing something this Spring Break...the last Spring Break he would ever have as a student. I readily agreed. And then promptly put it on the back burner because Spring Break was eons away, or so I thought.
The Husband informed me last Saturday that MC would be home on Sunday for Spring Break. It STILL didn't register. Until on Monday, when he said, "I guess we aren't doing anything for Spring Break then?"
And my heart stopped. I had totally forgotten.
And then I may have murmured something along the lines of probably not.
Now to be fair, I have had other things going on. Like MOVING. And trying to settle in. And work. And I was thinking of all the expenses we had just laid out for the said move. And the ones coming up, like our Easter trip up North to visit my mother in law. All valid reasons to dismiss this trip.
But still...his LAST.SPRING.BREAK.EVER.
This lay very heavy on my heart.
While at work on Tuesday, I began to look around online. Then I shot The Husband an email asking what he thought - thinking would surely shoot this idea down. But he didn't. He knew how important our Spring Break trips have been and this was probably the last official one.
So I sent MC a text...
And just like that, I'd saved the tradition.
It may not be a leisurely trip as we leave tomorrow at a ridiculously early hour and have to return early enough on Sunday for him to make the two hour trip back up the mountain to get to school.
Because of my slackness, we weren't able to get a hotel exactly where I wanted and I may be paying a bit more since I waited until the last minute but we are headed out for our last "Spring Break" trip tomorrow.
And I'm going to enjoy every single minute of it with my boy. And he is gonna love Charleston.
And? I'm making note of any other "lasts" that may come up this year; so that I don't miss the boat on any of those.