(Warning: This post is long winded and probably pretty boring but I'm writing this for myself too so I don't forget stuff that happened.)Punta Cana was beautiful! I mean, it was literally the most breath-taking beach that I had ever seen and the snorkeling was pretty good too. Up until now, the best place I had ever snorkeled was Grand Cayman and this was definitely comparable. The resort was awesome and had immaculate grounds and an incredible pool. It was so hard being able to see all that beauty and not to be able to share it with Brent and the kids. Honestly, it was almost unbearable.
We lost two days to travel. I had hoped we could get there and still have a half day of sun (on both ends) to enjoy but that didn't happen. The first night we got there, we ate at two restaurants, had grilled lobster and very foul sushi, and watched a Michael Jackson show that was cheesy but entertaining. We walked around the resort for quite awhile just trying to take it all in and to scope out the best places to soak up some sun.
We got up at the butt-crack the next morning to eat breakfast and to lay out as early as possible. There was an entertainment crew that got people involved in a lot of dorky little activities like a dart contest and water aerobics and balloon toss... crap like that. We did all of that the first day and in between, we festered at the swim up bar. The drinks were frozen and fruity and despite pounding drink after drink, we never got tipsy. We spent some time at the beach that day too and quickly realized that it was a topless beach. I guess we felt inspired by it because since there were no planned activities that night, Laura and I decided to enjoy the evening on our balcony with some cocktails in our birthday suits. That is, until a flock of staring workers decided to congregate below us which sent us diving headfirst back into our room!
The following day, we went on an excursion where we snorkeled at an incredible reef and then got to swim with nurse sharks and stingrays. The reef was amazing and swimming with the nurse sharks was pretty crazy. I mean, I knew they wouldn't hurt us or anything, but I still had to fight back the urge to freak out a little bit. It was really fun. After the sharks, we found out about "Mamajuana" which is a Dominican shot that is basically rum and sake that they soak in some weird plant bark for awhile. It supposedly has a Viagra-like side-effect. It smelled like gasoline. We (mostly Laura), drank that while they had dancers performing some Dominican dancing in ornate costumes while we sailed home. The party boat was awesome!
Our last full day there was overcast for most of the day. In the morning, we went to a local flea market for coffee and cigars and t-shirts and stuff. It was sketchy and the vendors were like leaches trying to sell you their stuff and "Give you good price!". After that, we went back to the pool and just parked our butts at the swim-up bar. We hung out a lot with another couple there and they were nice enough to order tons and tons of room service for lunch so we never had to leave the pool. It was really nice. At night, in the midst of getting ready for the evening, Laura and I both passed out and didn't wake up until 12:30 am and completely missed dinner and everything after that. By the next morning, we were ready to go home. I was ready to see my babies and while I thought I was going to miss them more than anything else, I just couldn't handle being away from Brent. I hated being without him.
When we finally got home after another really long day of travel, we met Brent at the airport with the kiddos. They looked shocked and scared to see me and both of them poked out their bottom lip and started to cry. I wasn't prepared for that reaction and it still kinda bothers me (like if I had died, they would have been perfectly fine). After about a thousand kisses and a couple minutes later, you could tell that they were starting to warm up and get hyper. I just felt so much better just 
being able to be next to them. Brent had a bouquet of really beautiful welcome home flowers for me. Punta Cana was great and all, but it was nothing compared to coming home to Brent, Callie, and Wyatt (and Tony, of course)! I just don't know how I got so lucky or what I did to deserve them.
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