One image will forever be burned in my memory: the look on Joe's face as he chokes back tears while we are standing in the Midwest Express check-in line two days ago.

That really sums it up. Yes, we missed the Hemingway tour, we decided to skip the glass bottom boat, we forgot to take pictures of the free-roaming roosters that terrified our son, but Florida with the Blackwoods was THE BEST VACATION EVER. We miss the three of them so much already.

We did try some key lime pie, and key lime cheesecake. It was fantastic. We ate tons of fresh seafood. We sweat like pigs in April. We got tan, and our freckles came out of hibernation. But nothing compares to seeing our nephew Ian, and spending time with Monica and Scott.